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impulsereader) wrote2012-05-22 10:14 pm
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An' the front bit is what's called a façade!
Trip Report Edinburgh - April 2012 - Coda to Holyrood Palace
So, for those of you just joining me, it actually isn’t that much of an adjustment if you’ve browsed my photos of Chicago. Set loose with a camera I do the same thing in any city.
I hadn’t meant to visit Holyrood, it was only on the maybe list. Circumstances made it a good choice. It was one of the few places I had to pay admission for. It was worth it.
The audio guide was included in the admission, so it was a slightly surreal experience which morphed slightly once I emerged into the ruins of the Abbey and the Gardens.
Pictures happened. Lots and lots of pictures...
As close to a self portrait as I get...
Isn’t this just amazingly beautiful??
Cue the gardens - but I am quickly distracted by A View Of The Ruins and Well Lit Daffodils before I am Chased Out By Security - closing time, nothing more exciting...
Right - so here are the ruins with Arthur’s Seat in the background - and here I was blogging in my head, because this was the view to my right...
...while this was the view to my left...
Once again - right
left
The Light in Scotland is un-fucking-believable. I scoff at this artists-say-the-light-is-different-wonderful-better-whatever but the Light in Scotland is transcendental. That the weather is delightfully unpredictable and requires visitors prove waterproof AT ALL TIMES is only a troublesome side effect of the fact that the light in Scotland makes even commonplace things such as bus stops picturesque.
Anyway...lots more pictures as security chased me out - literally, but per closing time, nothing more criminal...
A bit more corroboration on the weather coming at me...
And a map! In a window!
On the way home, random images and more weather...
So, for those of you just joining me, it actually isn’t that much of an adjustment if you’ve browsed my photos of Chicago. Set loose with a camera I do the same thing in any city.
I hadn’t meant to visit Holyrood, it was only on the maybe list. Circumstances made it a good choice. It was one of the few places I had to pay admission for. It was worth it.
The audio guide was included in the admission, so it was a slightly surreal experience which morphed slightly once I emerged into the ruins of the Abbey and the Gardens.
Pictures happened. Lots and lots of pictures...
As close to a self portrait as I get...
Isn’t this just amazingly beautiful??
Cue the gardens - but I am quickly distracted by A View Of The Ruins and Well Lit Daffodils before I am Chased Out By Security - closing time, nothing more exciting...
Right - so here are the ruins with Arthur’s Seat in the background - and here I was blogging in my head, because this was the view to my right...
...while this was the view to my left...
Once again - right
left
The Light in Scotland is un-fucking-believable. I scoff at this artists-say-the-light-is-different-wonderful-better-whatever but the Light in Scotland is transcendental. That the weather is delightfully unpredictable and requires visitors prove waterproof AT ALL TIMES is only a troublesome side effect of the fact that the light in Scotland makes even commonplace things such as bus stops picturesque.
Anyway...lots more pictures as security chased me out - literally, but per closing time, nothing more criminal...
A bit more corroboration on the weather coming at me...
And a map! In a window!
On the way home, random images and more weather...
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