Dawn at Loch Lomond.
3exp HDR plus a texture (courtesy of Skeletal Mess a.k.a. Ghostbones) to give it a bit of character.
I would have liked to explore this area a bit more but unfortunately some fine upstanding examples of the flower of Scottish youth decided to take a break from impressing everyone within a 5-mile radius with the extent of their linguistic skills, throwing each other off the pier and strewing this area of outstanding scenic beauty with litter and empty Buckie bottles, to offer me some help. After a whiff of their breath, during which I barely managed to stay sober myself, I politely (well .. sort of) declined their offer and left for pastures new.
Being a deep philosophical thinker of no little repute, I have spent some time formulating an effective cure for this sort of problem but, since it revolves around the adoption, by western democracies, of mass execution as a social policy, its implemetation seems unlikely in the foreseeable future .. unless, of course, I am invited to rule the world.