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.
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
The goal was to back country ski a full marathon over 2 days through the Arctic wilderness, raising money and awareness for Walk the Walk. It was quite a challenge!read more
The ebb and flow of clouds around snow covered peaks. Lit by the rays of the last light of the sun. It sounds poetic. Standing and watching it unfold, it wasread more
I was roaring, screaming and laughing as the wind raced up Glen Etive. Yet another dollop of hard ice pushed its way into my face. The smile turned into a rictus grin. Whether it was from being cold or just totally present, it is hard to say.read more