Guy Aubertin Photography http://guyaubertin.com UK photographer specialising in landscape, wedding and family portraiture Fri, 02 Jun 2017 16:44:42 +0000 en-GB hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.8 The Old Ways, Memory and Peace http://guyaubertin.com/old-ways-memory-peace.htm Sat, 22 Apr 2017 07:59:59 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=143477 The post The Old Ways, Memory and Peace appeared first on Guy Aubertin Photography.

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In this forgotten corner I paused.

To reflect once more on memory. Of place. My fingers stroked the grass that caressed my legs. My eyes passed over swaying fields of barley. A green sea on land.

I wondered who had last walked along this old way. A gap between margins. A nothing. Not even on a map. So overgrown with brambles . Crumbling walls lay about in a rooty embrace. Trees that had grown from nut and acorn. Strong and curving. The softness of summer rain pattered on the canopy above me. It felt like everything was letting out one long calm sigh. Peace.

I returned. Drawn back. That lingering. I stayed for a long time. That single spot. Lost in the emptiness of my thoughts. Hoping to remember how it felt to just be.

Thoughts

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Loch Lomond | Sunrise http://guyaubertin.com/sunrise-loch-lomond.htm http://guyaubertin.com/sunrise-loch-lomond.htm#comments Fri, 17 Mar 2017 11:20:00 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=148676 Dawn was breaking as we reached the fringes of Loch Lomond. Unusually it was bright, colourful and calm. Swerving off the road and a wander down to the shore. This time the drive by glimpses of light and location paid off. The water was bathed in ripples of orange.

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I have driven past this Loch many times, though never in such conditions.

Sunrise, Loch Lomond
Pentax 645z FA45-80 1sec @F11 ISO100

Having overnighted in the Lake District, I was up at frighteninglyearlyoclock. We passed through a fluorescent Glasgow listening to the strains of Jean-Michel Jarres’ Oxygene. Coffee. More coffee. Dawn was breaking as we reached the fringes of Loch Lomond. nd.

Unusually it was bright, colourful and calm. Swerving off the road and a wander down to the shore. This time the drive by glimpses of light and location paid off. The water was bathed in ripples of orange. Breaks in the traffic and the noise ceased.

Utterly tranquil

Thoughts

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Lake District | The jaws of Borrowdale http://guyaubertin.com/the-jaws-of-borrowdale-lake-district.htm http://guyaubertin.com/the-jaws-of-borrowdale-lake-district.htm#comments Mon, 06 Feb 2017 19:16:22 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=148296 Standing at the top of Shepherds Crag, the wind gained in strength and cold. It had been zero degrees below. I guessed it was -5 now. My mind was struggling with the composition, just as my body was failing to deal with the climate.

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We had left early that day heading north

Borrowdale, Lake District
Pentax 645z FA200MM 1/15 @F8 ISO800

Making for the Lakes and a break in the journey before reaching Scotland. The miles rolled by. Decompressing as I went. The landscaped bathed in winter light. The monsoon that I had been tracking in the weeks before had disappeared. Forecasted rain failed to show. Pushing along the motorway and my southern eyes started to pop at the lower levels of Lakeland. The hard shoulder appears as a beguiling place to photograph. The light seductive and always saying “over here, over here.” To my growing chagrin, I do not know the Lakes well. It seems sprawling, complicated. Photographed to the millimetre. My mind has always wanted to go further north. To places, wilder. I was fortunate in my companion. Paul has spent much time among the hills and lakes of Cumbria. So it was that we were making for Shepherds Crag.

The A66 threatened to derail that plan. The light was overwhelming. So intense that it looked like summer. However, with winters added ingredient: it was low and slanting. Opportunities were everywhere. “Drive by photography” became the phrase for the week. Images that are formed in the mind’s eye seem so seductive at 50mph. Yet they fail when given proper clinical attention through the viewfinder. Why is that?

Five or so hours later and I was stood on the fringes of Borrowdale. We had wondered why so few people were out. Those that were wrapped in winter gear. Stepping out of the car, I appreciated why. A lazy icy wind leeched the heat gained from a comfortable car. The steep slopes of the Crag were above us. Shouldering packs, we headed up.

By any standards, the path is easy. However, days of sitting could not prepare for a quick lung busting march up. The march became a walk. Then rest. Heart beating in my chest. Clean air in my lungs. My eyes drinking in the landscape.

 

 

Standing at the top of Shepherds Crag, the wind gained in strength and cold. It had been zero degrees below. I guessed it was -5 now. Out of practice in dealing with the elements and my gloved hands fumbled with tripod and straps. As it often is at the start of a journey, I felt slow and cumbersome. My mind was struggling with the composition, just as my body was failing to deal with the climate.

The light pouring over the crags that surround Borrowdale was remarkable. Winking in and out, as the clouds scudded by. There was only one way to look. Then the mind games began. How much of the interlocking hills to exclude? How to expose for such dramatic light? Not forgetting trying to ensure that the tripod did not shake. Slow. Cumbersome. 30 minutes later and my hands had gone numb. The light hidden behind the hills.

Paul wondered if this had been the best light of the trip ahead. I hoped that it was not. Just as much as I hoped that, it was.

Thoughts

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Isle of Skye | Waiting and Watching http://guyaubertin.com/waiting-and-watching-trotternish-isle-of-skye.htm http://guyaubertin.com/waiting-and-watching-trotternish-isle-of-skye.htm#comments Sun, 22 Jan 2017 09:49:23 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=148179 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.

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When the world seems overwhelming, I find solace in my photography

Golden Light, Isle of Skye
Pentax 645z FA200MM + 1.4 TC 1/25 @F11

Sunrise was calling. The inky black punctured by the light from my head torch. How many times have I walked this path? Scuttling along the worn path. Threading my way along the lower passes of Trotternish. That morning I was alone. No photographers clustered around the small infamous tree. My goal wasn’t there. Crossing small streams I pushed upward seeking my spot. This was the second time that week that I had spent time waiting for dawn. I guess that it was my twentieth time, since I had started to visit Skye.

Soft Light, Isle of Skye
Pentax 645z FA200MM 1/250 @F8 ISO800

Soft Light #2, Isle of Skye
Pentax 645z FA200MM 1/50 @F8 ISO200

The view behind me is otherworldy. As a location for landscape photography it defies description. As a watcher, I was hoping for something as spectacular as the first from that week. A little less overwhelming would be helpful. The truth is is that it is beautiful to look at. I don’t find it ticks my boxes for something to photograph. I was there for the view east. Down over the Quiraing and Staffin. Then out over Rona and onwards to the mainland. To Applecross and the start of the wilderness of Torridon. Experience tells me that there is always cloud out there. The rising sun filtered through. The sky turning from black to red. The shadowy landscape given outline as light bounces from the sea.

Limited by the rocky landscape around me, there are only a couple of view points east. This is helpful. Returning to this same spot time after time allows a symmetry across the images.

Once the camera is out, there is little more to do other than wait. Watch. Drink coffee from my flask. Endure the passing squalls that pass through. Be. If you are lucky, you will bare witness to a sight that is like balm to the soul. The slow unfurling of the day.

Thoughts

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Robin Hoods Bay | Morning Walk http://guyaubertin.com/did-turner-dream-of-cooked-breakfast-robin-hoods-bay.htm http://guyaubertin.com/did-turner-dream-of-cooked-breakfast-robin-hoods-bay.htm#comments Mon, 08 Aug 2016 18:37:40 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=147203 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.

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You don’t need much time for landscape work. Truly. Sleep is an optional luxury

Golden line, Robin Hoods Bay
Pentax 645z FA200mm 1/160 @F11

But oh boy you do need to be lucky. Since I killed my camera maybe the muse had been appeased with my colossal error? During a recent trip to Robin Hoods Bay, I had the most intense but rewarding hour of photography in years. 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.

I bumbled out of the gate. Along a path. Out into the freshness of a May morning. I suppose I must have walked all of about 10 minutes. The first day, somewhere new, is always a bit of a miss. You write it off to warming up. Letting yourself relax. Seeing differently. This moment struck a line through another of those rules. I took my first image at 7.52 and the last at 9.11. I worked my creative muscle off. It was the clouds you see. I blame the storm as well. Oh and the most sumptuous north east dawn light. My eyes were on stalks as I gazed over the sea.

Spotlights, Robin Hoods Bay
Pentax 645z FA80-160mm 1/160 @F11

Out to sea, Robin Hoods Bay
Pentax 645z FA80-160mm 1/40 @F11

I am in awe of Turner. Prop me in front of “Turner and The Sea” and I start to make strange noises as each page turns. The lightness of touch. Endless ability to evoke mood. Such a discerning eye for colour. When I started, the idea of photographing plain grey sea mist, would have seemed ridiculous. Where is the leading line? Where is the rule of thirds? Where is the subject! More rules casually disposed of.

Standing above Robin Hood’s Bay it felt like I was getting a virtual massage. It was the most intense. The most overwhelming. The most… most! Yet I felt so relaxed. My eyes and mind ebbing, flowing with the clouds and light. I’m drawn time and again to clouds. To the soft ethereal quality. Or, as others put it, “end of the world” drama.

Squall, Robin Hoods Bay
Pentax 645z FA45-85mm 1/160 @F11

Golden Sea, Robin Hoods Bay
Pentax 645z FA200mm +1.4TC 1/15 @F11

Until, of course, my stomach made its presence known. I reasoned with it. Argued with it. Grudgingly agreed with it. After all the light had become too hard. Too much blue sky. Too much sun.
I chuckled to myself and wondered. Did Turner ever have this problem. Packing down his kit. Seduced by the idea of coffee. Dreaming of a cooked breakfast after a hard mornings work. It’s hard to imagine that the sublime Seascape and Storm could have been made without such sustenance. Or maybe I just needed more sleep!

Standing above Robin Hood’s Bay it felt like I was getting a virtual massage. It was the most intense. The most overwhelming. The most… most! Yet I felt so relaxed. My eyes and mind ebbing, flowing with the clouds and light. I’m drawn time and again to clouds. To the soft ethereal quality. Or, as others put it, “end of the world” drama.

Thoughts

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Whitby Pier, Why Not? http://guyaubertin.com/whitby-piers-not.htm http://guyaubertin.com/whitby-piers-not.htm#comments Tue, 24 May 2016 19:45:26 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=147264 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.

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Whitby holds a special place for me.

Whitby Pier
Pentax 645z FA45-85 1/5 @F11

I started my photographic journey here 10 years or so ago. I haven’t been back since. Something to do with revisiting “the beginning” made it uncomfortable.
Sunday and I sat with a few friends enjoying the first sniff of a glass of red. Convincing ourselves that going out into the dank, grey murk of a North East evening, was a waste of time. There would be no glow at the end of the day. The muse niggled at us. We talked ourselves into circles. Then headed outdoors.
I’m not a sunset photographer. I enjoy the viewing. Something cold in hand. Pint glass shaped. Presented with such a location as the Whitby piers such thoughts tend to recede. Along with all ideas of creating an original image. The struggle of the “artist” (ahem) to create originality has had acres of text devoted to it. As has the bleats of those who avoid cliches.

Waiting in that graveyard. Tripod placed in the holes left by others. I smiled and giggled. This was a cliché that we were all enjoying enormously.  The sun did it’s thing. Dipping below the headland and into the sea. Click click went the shutters. Magical cliché, how I adore you! Followed by the best tasting fish and chips. Ever.

Thoughts

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Running out of time http://guyaubertin.com/running-out-of-time-sunart-woods.htm http://guyaubertin.com/running-out-of-time-sunart-woods.htm#comments Tue, 09 Feb 2016 19:08:03 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=146692 Scotland on a bright cold Sunday morning. Is there anywhere finer. Wiggling my way along the A861. Hugging Locah Sunart.

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Complacent through knowing Glencoe too well. Too easy to sit lost in thought. My trip away, gate-crashed by Jonas, Gertrude and Henry. The ferry carried me to somewhere new – Ardnamurchan. Stontian. Ariundle. Salen. Wonderous names. Almost out of myth and legend. Scotland on a bright cold Sunday morning. Is there anywhere finer? Wiggling my way along the A861. Hugging Locah Sunart. Stopping and dwelling. Enjoying being a tourist. My eyes overwhelmed through the clarity of light. Ears ringing to the sound of running meltwater.
Nose drinking in the smell of it all. Stimulated. My brain whirring. Photographs everywhere. Time to move on.Time to hurry a little. No time to stop too long. Time running out on my journey through the storms. My footsteps crunched over fresh hailstones. For the first time in days it was still. Full of expectation. I had come for the trees of Ariundle Woods. Ancient forests of remnant oak. Tolkeins Ents come to life, or so I had been told. Weathered. Blasted. Covered in lichen. The surrounding woodland pulled down. Exposing them in all their gnarled glory.

Fallen, Sunart Woods [Pentax 645z FA45-85] ~ click on image to enlarge

To make sense, woodland needs repeated visits.

Chaotic. Confusing. Overwhelming. It takes time to become tree like. To revel in the purposeful winding of branches towards the light. To find shape amongst the twisted roots. To seek compositions that exclude the glaring sky. Time to let the eyes go slack. Time to accept the lack of order. Time I did not have

Patchy, bright white and melting snow did not help. I found myself attempting to exclude it. To focus on branches. But photographs of only the lichen were not what I wanted. Too obvious. To to…there.

I wanted the trees to be part of the image. I did not want it to become a tree portrait. I wanted a flavour. In the end, overwhelmed. Two frames exposed.

Back in the car I pushed on to Sunart. More woods. More terrifying mind bending compositions ahead. This day was failing. One hour of light left. I was failing. A place you could spend days in. So much to see. Too much. I clambered over broken trunks. Storm blasted fallen giants. Man made culling. My boots crunched down into layers of rotting matter up to my thighs. I felt like I swimming in a log pile.

Falling, Sunart Woods [Pentax 645Z FA 200mm] ~ click on image to enlarge

“Just over there” the woods kept beckoning.
I know this feeling. Images all around. Your brain telling you to create. Knowing well that it is being forced out of you. Time is pushing you. Working so hard to shut that noise down. I smiled at myself and pulled my eyes away from the trees.
After an hour I was stumbling back to the path. Dusk arrived. It was starting to rain. Not the soul sapping torrents of the previous day. A beautiful Scottish pitter-patter. The sound echoing from my jacket. We who spend time out doors know its dulcet tone. I stared at the rain falling on the Lochan. Made a reflected black from the trees ringing its edge. My eyes went slack.

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Postcard from the Highlands http://guyaubertin.com/postcard-from-the-highlands.htm http://guyaubertin.com/postcard-from-the-highlands.htm#comments Mon, 01 Feb 2016 11:02:13 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=146644 I'm sat in my car. Being rocked from side to side by the gusts from Storm Henry. Parked in a lay-by on the A82 looking down through Glen Coe.

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I am sat in my car. Being rocked from side to side by the gusts from Storm Henry. Parked in a lay-by on the A82 looking down through Glen Coe. I never tire of this view. No chance of actually getting out to photograph. Not that I am really bothered by that. Being here and observing is enough. The last 5 days have been like that. I’ve pootled my way around. A steady photographers 20-30mph. A list of places to look at. Without any particular plan of when. Excessive weather can do that. Forcing you to accept. Plans become irrelevant.

The light outside has changed again. Inky black to muted grey. Front after front rolls through. Pummelling the car with iron hard drops of rain. I’m caught between wanting to move on. Or enjoying the warmth of being inside. Window photography becomes an appealing thought.

It’s difficult though. With limited time comes pressure. This ebbs and flows, though always niggling away. So what if it’s hailing so hard that it hurts. Or that the wind is storm force. Sleet lashing down in torrents? Get out there and create. After all, you’ve only got x hours left…Then this place becomes a memory. This time out of life concluded. Back in the box until the next time.

Better get outside then

Flow, Kinlochleven

Click on image to make bigger – Kinlochleven [Pentax 645z 200mm FA]


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Wokingham Portraits: Dan and Mary http://guyaubertin.com/wokingham-family-portraits-dan-and-mary.htm Sat, 23 Jan 2016 17:03:44 +0000 http://guyaubertin.com/?p=146555 A beautifully misty winter morning at Dinton Pastures in Wokingham for my first encounter with Thunder and Flash.

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A beautifully misty winter morning at Dinton Pastures in Wokingham for my first encounter with Thunder and Flash. Names that are so very appropriate. Charging balls of fluff and energy. Youngsters. Just over one and cute as buttons. Gleefully disobedient. Turkey treats were available but to be fair they didn’t really need them. Our meandering walk saw these rascals get progressively muddier. The humans too. But that’s what I hope to do. Capture a moment of how it really is. Nothing doctored or manicured. After all none of us are. Memories in years to come of that brief moment on a January morning.

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Behind the Scenes of Josefin http://guyaubertin.com/behind-the-scenes-of-josefin.htm Sat, 16 Jan 2016 01:44:41 +0000 http://artillerymedia.co/josefin/?p=202217 The post Behind the Scenes of Josefin appeared first on Guy Aubertin Photography.

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Behind the Scenes of Josefin

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