Stroma no longer exists as it did. Stroma is a micro example of Scotland’s depopulation over the last two centuries. It is a beautiful, haunting island with the voices of its former inhabitants still palpable in its strange and empty landscape. Most of the islanders’ homes are derelict, but some still have touching mementos and artefacts of their former lives.
What I’ve photographed is the decaying remnants of a scattered community that lived in a world of their own. It’s evidence and a souvenir of travels, adventures and good times the three of us had on a glorious spring day on a deserted island in Caithness.
I photograph people and places that have stories to tell and things that are important to me. And I hope that the images will serve as a cultural reminder of what society should value in a shrinking world that seems to be culturally at one another’s throats.
I’ve no doubt that the birds of Stroma will hear the sound of laughing children playing in the spring grass again, but when that will be,could be anyone’s guess. Stroma awaits patiently the next chapter in her long and beautiful life.