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. There is nothing more satisfying than to read the notes from my clients. Or photographs of my photographs on customers walls. It makes me smile inside.
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
Have you ever had a Jaffa cake from Darth Vader? Me neither. Until I met Zach and Gabriel. Mind you said Jaffa cake was waved in my face. Then eaten with glee. Not by me I should add. Much hilarity followed.read more
The first chill of autumn brushed across my face. A breath of Yorkshire air. Grasses danced before my eyes. The Moor a sea of never ending purple. The last light of a glorious day.read more
Dorset is such a beautiful county. Perhaps more associated with Hardy than Austin. Yet it was here that our Elizabeth married her Darcy. A family affair it was. A days grace between torrential downpours. An urgent morning spent catching up on the wash out of the previous day.read more