The crispest sunniest first day of March arrived like a lamb, and so hoping it won't leave like a lion.
Glorious sunny days, snow capped Cuillins, and blue sky reflections on becalmed lochs.
Enticed out by the sun, and keen to try out my new digital camera, the early days of March have been a photographer's dream.
Dancing snowdrops nestling in the straw coloured winter grass; the winding single track road that leads from our gate to the post box.
The vibrant white of our neighbour's byre, brought to life by the low rays of the morning sun.; the ice crazed puddles along the road.
It is indeed a wonderful world.