The Mound on a wintry evening
On a cold, wintry, snowy Sunday I spent some pleasant time in the National Gallery of Scotland, paying my respects to Mr Turner. The gallery has a large collection of Turner's works left as a bequest to the nation, and by tradition they are exhibited during January, when the winter light best suits to the paintings.
Even today in an era of artificial lighting the tradition holds, and each January I find myself having to return to revisit those remarkable works, where brush and pigment somehow, magically, capture the light of the vista Turner looked out over; artistic alchemy.
It was growing dark as I left, the Mound was covered in slushy snow and very slippery. I took one freehand monochrome shot, bracing the camera against at streetlamp, looking back across the Mound, the edge of the Royal Scottish Academy on the right, the National Gallery of Scotland, which I had just left, in the centre distance.
And then, of course, I retreated to the pub for ale by a roaring fire. Appropriately enough given some of the paintings I just saw were from Turner's time visiting Sir Walter Scott, I repaired to a pub named after Scott's home, the Abbotsford. In Edinburgh even just going for a pint in the pub can have literary, artistic and historic connotations - a fine excuse for an ale!