Returning home to the western highlands from Edinburgh, I crossed a windy Ranoch moor at sunset in gloomy sleet with little visibility.
But, as I reached the entrance to Glencoe, the sky opened briefly and all was transformed.
Before me a pyramid of dramatic power appeared, as if the sidhe had cast a spell allowing me just enough time to take the shot.
And then with a wave of a wand made of howling wind – All was gone!