While the world was going mad in September 2001, I was walking in the Isle of Skye taking pictures, mostly monochrome...seemed the safest place to be. Taken with a Nikon F80 on Kodak TN-400 Chromogenic film.
This is shot of a rather disturbingly shot up PASSING sign on the top of the remote Quirang - well not so remote as it doesn't have a road, but after 5pm there was no traffic, and I decided to walk across it in late afternoon which yes, meant walking at night by the time I got over the top....where there was only sheep (including spookily dead ones - that shot I used for KLF Dead Sheep show is from this walk) and remains of ancient huts for company.
I lost my Smith & Wesson cap up there, too - wearing it ironically, was doing a sort of Unabomber/Crazy Gunman Chic thing which really wouldn't translate in the US and I wince thinking about that now (was trying to prove a point at work, freak them out, punk in a way...) a gust of wind took it off my head and I couldn't find it even though I saw it go. Just vanished....the feeling of place on the top was, odd. Very strange vibes and felt very remote - I mean after 11 years I can still see and feel that place, where people used to live a long time ago.