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  • Paused

    Paused - The moment - That moment before. Slowly, as you watch the water collect.. and fall away. The slight bounce from that small loss of weight. The Twig.
    Paused – The moment – That moment before. Slowly, as you watch the water collect.. and fall away.
    The slight bounce from that small loss of weight.
    The Twig.

  • Barrelled to Blue

    Lovely barrel vault leading you towards the deep blue of the evening sky beyond
    Lovely barrel vault leading you towards the deep blue of the evening sky beyond.

  • The Candle and the Window

    Sculptural Wax Light Creeping
    Sculptural Wax
    Light Creeping

  • Garland

    The lovely festive Garland at Cothele House. Such an arrangement of colours and flowers.
    The lovely festive Garland at Cothele House.
    Such an arrangement of colours and flowers.
  • The Cave

    The Cave

     

     

    Always an exciting prospect to stumble upon a Cave to be explored
    Always an exciting prospect
    to stumble upon a Cave
    to be explored
    Leading you in a place of trepidation and imagination
    Leading you in a place of trepidation and imagination
    Looking up; Silhouetted trees, clinging on. Another perspective.
    Looking up;
    Silhouetted trees,
    clinging on.
    Another perspective.
    Exit Two voids; a bridge. Passage.
    Exit
    Two voids; a bridge.
    Passage.

     

  • Within this Wall

    Ok, so it may very well be a simple photo of a wall. Its an easy photo. The light is boring. Flat. The wall itself though - it just begs to be seen. To be studied. There is so much going on - the layers of history, previous doorways blocked up, different brick infills; the weathering and individual colours of the bricks. The door - leading to nowhere, disused. Abandoned. A façade belonging to nothing.
    Ok, so it may very well be a simple photo of a wall. Its an easy photo.
    The light is boring. Flat.
    The wall itself though – it just begs to be seen. To be studied. There is so much going on – the layers of history, previous doorways blocked up, different brick infills; the weathering and individual colours of the bricks.
    The door – leading to nowhere, disused. Abandoned. A façade belonging to nothing.

  • Bottles

    The wrench, the bottles and that nail.
    The wrench, the bottles and that nail.

  • Fallout

    Desolation. Post Apocalyptic. Or just rainy Wales.
    Desolation.
    Post Apocalyptic.
    Or just rainy Wales.
  • Flotsam, Jetsam & Pure Rubbish.

    Flotsam, Jetsam & Pure Rubbish.

    The irony; graffiti scrawled upon raw rock. Litter spewed up by the sea, mans waste, below.
    The irony; graffiti scrawled upon raw rock.
    Litter spewed up by the sea, mans waste, below.

    Rubbish #2

    Oh Sainsbury's: Our Values Make a Difference.
    Oh Sainsbury’s:
    Our Values Make a Difference.

  • Whitsand Bay #2

    I like the composition: the horizontal band of green. A sheer cliff face. The desaturated colours. You can imagine standing there.
    I like the composition: the horizontal band of green. A sheer cliff face.
    The desaturated colours. You can imagine standing there.

  • Whitsand Bay #1

    The mist from the sea; a greyscale day interludes of light
    The mist from the sea;
    a greyscale day
    interludes of light

  • The Double

    Always marvelling at the wonders of nature
    Always marvelling at the wonders of nature

  • Towards | Away

    The Light along the path drawn the grasping rays
    The Light
    along the path
    drawn
    the grasping rays
  • The light of the woods

    The light of the woods

    Winter days. Grey, overcast. Wet. Dark trees.
    Stillness – droplets held, ready to fall.
    Contrast. Standing out.
    Tendrils of light
    Diminishing
    Moments of illumination

  • The Tree

    The smell in the morning, the decoration, the wrapped excitement that lies beneath.
    The smell in the morning,
    the decoration,
    the wrapped excitement that lies beneath.

  • Glimmer

    Its that time of year. It has many connotations for many people. Many different aspects that we associate it with. One of those being the lights and how we brighten up the dark nights with small glimmers of light. How the purest of things - light - can make something feel special.
    Its that time of year. It has many connotations for many people. Many different aspects that we associate it with. One of those being the lights and how we brighten up the dark nights with small glimmers of light. How the purest of things – light – can make something feel special.

  • Waste

    Our ability to pollute Forgoing of responsibility
    Our ability to pollute
    Forgoing of responsibility

  • Into The Woods

    You have to love woods in the winter; the cold light, the dampness. Saturated. Eerie. Yet beautiful.
    You have to love woods in the winter; the cold light, the dampness. Saturated. Eerie.
    Yet beautiful.