The Outer Hebrides are the last bit of land between Britain and North America and as a result are often subjected to gale forces winds from across the Atlantic Ocean bringing with them, what you might call, changeable weather.
Harris and Lewis - the two islands we visited - are stunning. To the West of the islands are beautiful white beaches and turquoise seas whilst to the East is a rugged and more bleak terrain.
Lewis in the North and Harris in the South are separated by the North Harris hills that formed a backdrop to most of my images.
Across the island are a scattering of old neglected crofting houses long since vacated, the visible signs of peat cutting scars the landscape in a testament to previous hard lives on the island.
We spent most our time on huge empty beaches and dunes being buffeted by the wind. Occasionally we got hit by rain storms, but they blew away quickly. The light in the morning and evening was classic Harris - soft pinks, oranges and blues.
A howling wind created flow lines in the grasses on the dunes
Soft morning light cut through the grey clouds lighting the surrounding hills
Loch na Moracha
Grey light reflected on the dark cold water
Fading light on the soft rolling hills of South Harris
St Clement's Church | Rodel
Fading evening light chromatically aberrated through old glass
Soft morning light as the waves crashed on the rocks
Sunrise on the Harris Hills as the waves crashed onto the rocks below
Neolithic Standing Stones
Sunrise on the beach as rain storms passed through
The colours of Harris
A simple rowing boat on the edge of a Loch
An old croft from a different age
The last light of the day piercing through the gloom