A Schwack of Scottish Photos
Sitting in Heathrow, awaiting our flight to Venice. I uploaded a bunch of photos from Scotland, and organized them into three vague groups: Edinburgh proper, the wedding and the castle that housed it, and the falconry at the castle, which made for nice bird photos but bummed me out. Why do Britons have such a wildlife-taming fetish? Between the fox hunting and the falconry, they’re bastards to the remaining multi-celled organisms on their little island.
