On the walls of Edinburgh’s Old Town buildings, afternoon light matured into dusk. Skeletal trees on the brink of spring clattered in the sharp winds. Flags snapped overhead. I stood in the gulf between ages: Princes Street Gardens, the site of the old Nor’ Loch, once a reeking cesspool of filth and disease. Today it’s a liminal green space dividing old from the really old.
There’s a tension between Edinburgh’s towns here, like being in the gap between two poles of the same magnetic character. It’s a small joy being on the brink of something. Gilded in the late afternoon light and perched on the bones of an old volcano, the Old Town is an old definition of majesty.
I love the natural lighting in this photo. It’s beautiful! I’m hoping to make it to Edinburgh soon!
You’re in for a treat, especially as the weather is getting better and better.
You’re doing an excellent job of promting Edinburgh. I want to go back now 🙂
Glad to hear it 🙂
How do you get such a brilliant light? Really, great picture!
Right place, right time? I thought it looked a little storybook.
Great shot! Looks like captured on a fairy land.
Wow. Those buildings are insane.
wow that’s absolutely beautiful keith! and your description of the scene is gorgeous as well! love it 🙂
I absolutely love Edinburgh! Stayed there for a year and always itching to go back one day. There’s no place could compare to Scotland with the vast mountains, rivers, castles and not forgetting the rain 🙂
Agreed, though I haven’t been to New Zealand. I’ve heard a lot of comparison between the two.