Bubbles, Spray.

Another shot from Glen Affric -- the lakeglen had tremendous waves, for a smallish body of water surrounded on all sides by tall mountains. From the unceasing highland winds, I suppose -- certainly, they never ceased while I was there. This is just a shot of those waves crashing against the head of a tiny island out in the water. My dad and I waded out to it, this irresistible jewel of greenery amid a cold, grey, turbulent sea. He was there for the trees; I was there for the water. I'm pretty sure we both came away content.

I don't say this often, but please: full view! The bubbles and spray are what make this shot worthwhile, and you really can't see them in the thumb. Thanks!