Every day I spend in St. Andrews I thank God for the beauty of this place. I see the creative work of His hands in every sunset, every building, every person. This town is filled with history and memories, filled with the experiences of the countless souls who have lived, loved, and died here. I have taken well over a thousand photos in a little over a month, but I wish I could capture moments. I was sitting in the Cathedral ruins with a friend the other day, and I remarked that I wished I could paint the moment we were in. It’s more than the hues of the clouds against the texture of the stone, more than the colors. Moments are so precious, and memories are made by taking in each detail, each sensory experience. Pictures can never encompass the exact feeling of the breeze on your skin, the sunshine warming your skin, the smells in the air, or the feeling of an ancient kirk (church) beneath your fingertips. Pictures cannot capture emotion the way your heart can.
You may notice over the semester that I post a lot of photos of the sky. For some reason, the sky here is so much more beautiful to me even than that of home. The clouds have a different quality that I can’t explain, and the colors never fail to delight me. It’s simply mesmerizing in a way that even the most perfectly-timed picture cannot fully express.
Below are some moments and sights which have stuck in my mind from the past month. Some descriptions are longer than others, but I have included in the captions the reason why each moment is stuck in my mind.
This is a close-up of a gorgeous old piano in one of the residence halls, St. Regulus. So much history!
As I was walking back to hall after an afternoon in town, I was literally stopped in my tracks by this gorgeous sight before me. I have never seen the Old Course more resplendent! The picture does not do it justice.
You know you’re in Scotland when you get whisky with your haircut! This barber shop makes me laugh every time I pass it.
This row of buildings is just next to the old pier and it reminds me of Charleston, my home, every time I pass it. East Sands is always so alive with color and sound!
Every time I pass through the cemetery at the Cathedral, I am struck by the profound peace and stillness present there, even amid the sounds of the surrounding town. Cemeteries always make me feel poetic–I can’t help but think of all of the beautiful souls who were born, made countless memories, touched lives and loved deeply, and who now find their bodies resting forever in an achingly beautiful place.
St. Salvator’s Hall, where Prince William lived during his time here. I love walking by the hall just to admire its beauty.
Here is another gorgeous sky that made my face light up. No watercolors can compare to what God paints on His canvas!
This is on The Scores, the street in St Andrews that runs along the coast. I was walking home from church one night and was distracted by the quiet beauty of this moment. Even in the dark St. Andrews is incredible.
I went to a pub trivia night with some JSA friends a few weeks ago. This round, the category was game shows. Obviously, 5 Americans knew nothing about British game shows and so we decided to dedicate the round to 2 of our favorite Scots.
I love walking through this archway to get to the psychology library or to class. How many famous (or unknown) historical figures have passed through the same gates? I am living history here! I also love the reminder: In principio erat Verbum. In the beginning was the Word.
The snow swirling about on this morning made it exceptionally difficult to concentrate in class. When it snows here, I feel even more like I am living in a wonderland!
I was looking for dinner in Tesco (a grocery store) one evening and received more than a few strange looks when I started cracking up at these sandwiches. Silly Scotland! Leave fried chicken to the American South.
The first several times I visited the Cathedral it was blanketed in snow, which only added to the tranquility and mystery.
I went for a walk around town with my friend Sarah when it snowed; we decided to make snow angels on the Old Course. This photo looks out toward West Sands in the distance. How many people can say they’ve played in the snow on the Old Course?
Cold, wet, hungry, and very happy! This is my JSA friend, Sarah. I am incredibly blessed to have met wonderful people such as her! (Yes, it was Ash Wednesday.)