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.
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.read more
It’s amazing how there is always tone and texture even in something that looks just grey. I find the subtle shifts in colour and the pools of light on the sea so peaceful. The bands of light and dark just help to give some context.read more
I stood alone watching the dying of the light. Calling birds overhead took flight. 1 AM my watch read. The wind breathed around me: “Go home. Go to bed.”read more