It was a gray day in March. The clouds were coming down the hills. My mood was as misty as the weather. One of these days when I make photos, feeling that I don’t manage to achieve much. A fine drizzle started to fall. The wind began to pick up. The next front was moving in from the Atlantic. Soon it would be too wet to take my old film camera out of the bag. I walked down to a small pier in West Tarbert, took photos of the pier and the landscape. Walking back to the road I knew, I had not managed to capture the essence of this place. Suddenly it struck me, that focusing on the landscape I had noticed but overlooked the old chains behind the workshop. I went back and was struck by the beauty of these chains in the grass. I shot half a film. This photo captures the heart and beauty of the place - for me.
This photo is part of the visual geography project "Cracks and Holes" which maps places and their stories on the Outer Hebrides of Scotland.