Skye's snowy peaks, white horned and ginger topped, ease us off Uist
Layer after layer, dripping the high ground, past the black feathered woods
The sun is God and breaks into each fold and creavice
Clouds burst into pink as the ticking engine turns us towards Kyle.
Harris and Uist and then the boat to Skye inspired this series of miniature oil sketches on card and board.
Available at Gallery 48 Cromarty