Tom Langlands Photography Blog

As a freelance photojournalist I often get the opportunity to cover interesting stories. One such story that made a real impact on me and that has left a lasting impression was the day I covered a recording session in Glasgow with a very special group of people - namely Choirs with Purposes and the Lucy Lintott/MND Scotland choir. Lucy Lintott/MND Scotland Choir As a regular contributor to the excellent magazine Celtic Life International I offered to cover what I thought would be an interesting Christmas story. It certainly was and a very humbling experience at that. The full article is in the December 2017 edition of the magazine that is available now - see www.celticlife.com. It is not my intention to reproduce that article here but I will share with you why it touched me and what part you can play in helping someone this Christmas. Lucy Lintott Lucy Lintott is Scotland's youngest diagnosed sufferer of the horrible disease know as MND (motor neurone disease). Motor ...

Water is essential for life. We can survive quite long periods of time without food but only a few days without water. Despite the fact that we live on a planet where most of the surface is comprised of water the pure, clean, fresh water that we need to drink is an incredibly valuable commodity. Some nations have it in abundance and others have so very little. The fundamental relationship between water and life is the reason why scientists trawl the universe looking for planets that exhibit properties indicative of water-rich environments and the same fundamental relationship between water and life was what made our ancestors revere it, wonder where it came from and who was controlling it. Waterfall in a Celtic Rainforest As life-giving water often emerged from holes in the ground or oozed from cracks in cliffs it was assumed that it must be coming from another dimension, a world that we did not inhabit. It must also be controlled by the forces or spirits that...

The inhospitable but amazing Bass Rock The Bass Rock, or simply 'The Rock' as it is referred to by locals, is a  volcanic plug that rises out of the waters of Scotland's Firth of Forth and dates back some 320 million years. It shares a common ancestry with the not too distant Arthur's Seat in Edinburgh and also Castle Rock on top of which stands Edinburgh's world famous castle. To reach Bass Rock necessitates crossing the waters at the mouth of the Firth and Forth and it is only when doing so that you realise just how inhospitable and inaccessible The Rock is. Even in a gentle breeze the waters around the steep cliffs that rise from the depths have a notorious swell and dangerous swirling currents that make landing on The Rock very difficult. Trips to the Bass Rock can only be arranged through the Scottish Seabird Centre in nearby North Berwick as they have exclusive landing rights. I have made the crossing on a small traditi...

The summer sun dips behind the pine trees. A deer drinks at the edge of a rippling stream; its ears flicking with every sound. An owl on sentry duty calls, heralding the changing of the forest guard. There is a stirring on a branch above and the rising moon catches a pair of waking eyes piercing the gloom. Then slowly he descends, like amber sap sliding down ancient bark. On the ground he pauses, displaying tiger-like black markings and a distinctive broad, ringed tail. He is alert and his senses keen. Something in the heather moves and he hugs the woodland floor, silently edging forward. He pounces, lifts his head revealing a small vole, turns and melts into the night. He is a Scottish Wildcat and his ancestors have lived in these forests since the last ice age separated this land from modern day Europe. He was here before man came to these lands and before domestic cats existed. Back then, he shared this island with his distant cousin the Lynx, before the latter wa...

It’s the party political gathering   hear you’ve never had it so good as the fizz from the Moet et Chandon preludes the five star food swimming with upper class oysters while the pearls on the ocean floor drown in a sea of indifference and the wines of injustice they pour Observe the herding instinct as they chase around in packs it’s the cosy rubbing of shoulders and the intimate scratching of backs it’s the diamonds and rubies and Rolex mixed with the scent of Chanel climbing ivory towers to false heavens to look down on the captives in hell See the mutual admiration that by so many is held for the Christian Dior dresses and the suits by Lagerfeld but they forget when they flash the plastic in their fancy expensive stores the victims of their decisions they stepped over to get through the doors Sheltered by lies and statistics from the winds of change that they blow the barometric measure of wealth shows how the investments grow and the fat cats ba...