One rainy morning we boarded a ferry at Uig, Skye. The rain clouds dragged over the water like shrouds, sweeping us into a soundless blanket. That morning the waters of the notorious Minch were calm. Suddenly the gray shrouds gave away for a few precious minutes of soft green-tinted yellow daylight, the kind you only see on a rainy day.

As we slipped into Tarbert harbour the light vanished like a dying ember, and the clouds swallowed us back into the shroud of swirling droplets. Sun is rare on the Hebrides.

(Isle of Harris, Scotland; July 2011)