Glen Etive is a long, winding road, wiggling its way towards the sea and going on and on. Through a slowly changing wilderness you feel as if you are going back in time: the ever-present river, the long-dead pines and some of the most beautiful light you will ever see. It is where I, and many other photographers, started an obsession with the landscape.

My favourite weather here is smir, the Scots word for drizzle, with the river roaring past and cloud hanging over Beinn Sgulaird. Wipe the filter, shield it with a hand, take the picture, wipe again. Then one winter the wind raced up the glen through fresh snow and the sun burst out, lighting the snow blowing off the peaks. I stood there roaring and laughing. Utter magic.

These are the prints from those trips.

Every print is made by me on 305gsm archival matte paper, signed, and sent with a certificate of authenticity and my lifetime guarantee. Click any image to choose a size.