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.
Scotland on a bright cold Sunday morning. Is there anywhere finer. Wiggling my way along the A861. Hugging Locah Sunart.read more
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.read more
A beautifully misty winter morning at Dinton Pastures in Wokingham for my first encounter with Thunder and Flash.read more