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. It’s my nirvana
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! There are no excuses to hiding inside when it is raining.
Scotland on a bright cold Sunday morning. Is there anywhere finer. Wiggling my way along the A861. Hugging Locah Sunart.read more
I stood mesmerised. The wave of translucent mist wove across the glade. A silken strand in echo of the webs below. Given shape by the dawns soft rays. Writhing in sinuous delight. Glad to be alive for that brief moment.read more
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 at its beauty.read more
Alone on the beach. Dawn. Mesmeric lapping of waves. Cries of seagulls overhead. No overwhelming colours in the sky. It’s not that I dislike pink hues. I prefer this. The soft awakening of another dayread more