a small space of light
I go everywhere with a camera. I can’t help it. I have three on my desk as I write this. My family and friends put up with me clicking away with wry amusement. I’m the one that always takes the pictures at a party. The one always behind it. I can’t help it. There are so many images that just beg to be captured. You have to truly love photography to “get” it.
I love looking at light. How it shapes. Accentuates. Sharpens or softens. Wondering how I could use it. Where should I sit, lie or stand. Caressing an image into shape. Waiting for that moment. Anticipating. Holding my breath. And then it’s gone. A capture of a sliver of time. That’s how I work. Most importantly…no matter what the weather!
Scotland in Winter with the Pentax 645z
Scotland. It’s just so hard to put into words. I am like a child before I go. I screamed at the wind in frustration. I howled at the snow storms in sheer elation. I stood mute in awe.
Isle of Skye
I became that slow annoying bumbling driver that all the locals hate. Slowly chugging my way around the Isle. My mind miles away from the tarmac in front and firmly over on the horizon. I tracked the sky for days. Up Up and Up went my eyes. Drifting.
I was there for the view east. Down over the Quiraining and Staffin. Then out over Rona and onward to the mainland. To Applecross and the start of the wilderness of Torridon. Experience tells me that there is always cloud out there.read more
It was unexpected. No planning. It wasn’t eye wateringly early as well. All those things that the “photographers hair shirt” rule book says needs to be in place to create. I will confess that the lack of sleep was due more to a screeching cat than a night cap. Possibly.read more
Whitby holds a special place for me. Not least because of the amazing fish and chips. I started my photographic journey here 10 years or so ago. I haven’t been back since.read more