Counting down Scotland to six weeks now. Hope my photographs are anything close to this beautiful. Finally shipped my friend in Montana back her pro camera and after much deliberation over the Iceland outtakes, I have decided to jump into the deep end and buy my own pro pack for travel photography. Thinking a Mark III. I can’t just up and skip off to Scotland without one, now can I? No. The home in the first image is basically my dream home. I might not come back to the States. I might leave my life for that of a Scottish rancher instead.
Imagine that Voldemort’s powerful now. You don’t know who his supporters are, you don’t know who’s working for him and who isn’t… You’re scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends… Terror everywhere… panic… confusion… that’s how it used to be.
i. cinder and smoke - iron & wine | ii. counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums - a perfect circle | iii. night terror - laura marling | iv. when the war came - the decemberists | v. death eaters - alexandre desplat | vi. my boy builds coffins - florence & the machine | vii. celebration guns - stars | viii. dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - regina spektor