Kirkmichael

I’m beginning to feel like Alan Whicker (for those of you with grey beards). First Pitlochry, then Enochdhu and now Kirkmichael, the small village nearest to our log cabin holiday home. A whirlwind tour of Perthshire but in the company of the not at all rich and famous.

There’s not a lot to tiny Kirkmichael from a tourist point of view. It has a village shop, a hotel and a pub so I suppose it has the essentials covered. On this day, the last of our break, I decided to have a nosey around the place leaving the rest of the party back at base toiling over a 1000 piece jigsaw.

Don’t know about you but I find shots of village streets all tend to have a much-ness about them so I don’t take many. But after depriving you of the visual feast that is Pitlochry and Enochdhu, I thought it only fair to set the scene so you weren’t sitting there thinking I’d taken all my pics at home in St Andrews. So here is Kirkmichael.

There’s a little bit more to it than that and it was the backstreet spots I decided to investigate. Walking around a new town or village with a camera in hand is, for me, one of life’s pleasures. I’d have rather it had been a circulade village in the South of France at this time of year but any port in a storm.

I must have been in window mode because my eye kept being drawn to the views through and reflections on the glass. I took quite a few of them but my favourite was the one at the top of the post. It’s the view through a church stained glass window. This was a tricky devil to line up and I had the usual issue to contend with, namely keeping myself off the reflection.

The rest don’t need much said about them - they’re just little scenes that appealed to me. I’m enjoying dabbling with colour as well and might have to pick up an A4 Epson printer from somewhere so I can print out 7x7” prints on A4 paper. The walls can get a bit monotonous with just black and white prints on display.