The Cobbler (Ben Arthur) at dawn after a wild camp in the Arrochar Alps. As the sun rises, the moon sinks…
I had camped out on the bealach between the Trinity of The Cobbler, Beinn Narnain and Beinn Ime. It was April, clear and cold. As the sun rose and spilled liquid golden light over the hills, the craggy tops of the Cobbler lit up in increments. The sky merged seamlessly from a rose-quartz pink to day time blue.
40cm x 50cm
framed in a white wooden frame
oils
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The Cobbler (Ben Arthur) at dawn after a wild camp in the Arrochar Alps. As the sun rises, the moon sinks…
I had camped out on the bealach between the Trinity of The Cobbler, Beinn Narnain and Beinn Ime. It was April, clear and cold. As the sun rose and spilled liquid golden light over the hills, the craggy tops of the Cobbler lit up in increments. The sky merged seamlessly from a rose-quartz pink to day time blue.
40cm x 50cm
framed in a white wooden frame
oils
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