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  • Clouds reflect over the wet sands of the Braint Estuary near Newborough on the island of Anglesey, with the hills of Snowdonia in the background. Multitudes of tiny shells, many empty, some full of life followed the flow of water towards the main channel which echoed the clouds overhead
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  • A Boxing day walk, alone, in the weather and the howling winds. Amazing, elemental, the antithesis to Christmas, natural, wild, empty, unpackaged. I stood three times in the middle of a semi-drowned estuary, sheltering behind my huge (braced) umbrella whilst squalls pounded the nylon and winds flipped the edges of the material like a machine gun. So noisy was the wind that it was hard to tell whether the rain had stopped! I headed for the dunes and a brief few moments of sunshine trying to break through the cloud cover, but soon it was dark, and I had to meander my way back across the dunes to the car park, tripping frequently over rabbit holes and clumps of thick grass.
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  • At low tide in the Afon Braint Estuary, Anglesey North Wales at sunset. Millions of tiny shells and Ragworm casts are revealed on the vast expanse of sand and silt. Oystercatchers, Curlews and numerous other waders feed on this vast expanse of rich estuary. Shallow rivers and streams of warm water continue to flow down to the low tide mark even as the tide starts to rise once again.
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  • One of two fishing boats which have been left to deteriorate in the Dulas Estuary in East Anglesey. As the estuary is relatively well protected from the open sea, the wrecks have hardly moved in many years, but are very gradually looking more broken
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  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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One of two fishing boats which have been left to deteriorate in the Dulas Estuary in East Anglesey. As the estuary is relatively well protected from the open sea, the wrecks have hardly moved in many years, but are very gradually looking more broken
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  • At low tide in the Afon Braint Estuary, Anglesey North Wales at sunset. Millions of tiny shells and Ragworm casts are revealed on the vast expanse of sand and silt. Oystercatchers, Curlews and numerous other waders feed on this vast expanse of rich estuary. Shallow rivers and streams of warm water continue to flow down to the low tide mark even as the tide starts to rise once again.
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  • “In 2010 a young, funny, dynamic, 19-year-old friend of my ex-stepchildren had gone missing at Christmas, apparently having jumped off the Menai Suspension Bridge but no-one really knew for sure; there were no answers and no closure for his devastated family and friends. <br />
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Weeks later in January 2011, I was out walking across this shallow wet estuary at the end of the Menai Strait. I have always gone to the sea for solace and comfort, but after this event, the sea represented something very different – swallowing, concealing. I was thinking about how lucky I was to simply be there, to breathe, to see, to live"<br />
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  • An expansive Braint Estuary, Llanddwyn, Isle of Anglesey, at mid tide still exposing acres of sand just a few centimeters below the surface. The sea lies beyond the range of sand dunes in the distance, as do the hills of the Llyn Peninsula and the well known 3 peaks of Yr Eifl on the mainland.
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  • Although no longer a bird-watcher, it was amazing the number of gulls, ducks and waders which could be seen sheltering on the Malltraeth Estuary. The wind was strong and bitter, even in low afternoon sunlight but the place seems like a haven for everyone and everything on it. The mountains in the background give you some idea of the contrast between the low lying lands of Anglesey and the height of the Cambrian Ranges in the far distance.
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  • A stunning genuine and unexpected sunset after a stormy afternoon. Different layers of clouds stack high into the sky above the Welsh town of Caernarfon and the mountains of Snowdonia behind. The expansive and dangerously fast Menai Strait lies in the foreground.
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  • A Boxing day walk, alone, in the weather and the howling winds. Amazing, elemental, the antithesis to Christmas, natural, wild, empty, unpackaged. I stood three times in the middle of a semi-drowned estuary, sheltering behind my huge (braced) umbrella whilst squalls pounded the nylon and winds flipped the edges of the material like a machine gun. So noisy was the wind that it was hard to tell whether the rain had stopped! I headed for the dunes and a brief few moments of sunshine trying to break through the cloud cover, but soon it was dark, and I had to meander my way back across the dunes to the car park, tripping frequently over rabbit holes and clumps of thick grass.
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  • Ripples on deep water channels left between sand banks and mud flats at low tide in the Dulas Estuary near Lligwy, East Anglesey, in showery weather, with dramatic clouds in the sky.
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  • A tiny boat has floated here at the Malltraeth Estuary, Anglesey, for years, but one winter it submerged under choppy waves, and it's never refloated.
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  • Sunset and clouds over water channels exposed at low tide in the Dulas Estuary, Anglesey, North Wales
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  • This shell was not placed, it was as I found it, sitting in a shallow sheet of water covering the mud in Malltraeth Estuary, Malltraeth, West Anglesey.
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  • Ripples on deep water channels left between sand banks and mud flats at low tide in the Dulas Estuary near Lligwy, East Anglesey, in showery weather, with dramatic clouds in the sky.
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  • A Boxing day walk, alone, in the weather and the howling winds. Amazing, elemental, the antithesis to Christmas, natural, wild, empty, unpackaged. I stood three times in the middle of a semi-drowned estuary, sheltering behind my huge (braced) umbrella whilst squalls pounded the nylon and winds flipped the edges of the material like a machine gun. So noisy was the wind that it was hard to tell whether the rain had stopped! I headed for the dunes and a brief few moments of sunshine trying to break through the cloud cover, but soon it was dark, and I had to meander my way back across the dunes to the car park, tripping frequently over rabbit holes and clumps of thick grass.
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  • An expansive Braint Estuary, Llanddwyn, Isle of Anglesey, at low tide exposing acres of wet sand and rivulets. The sea lies beyond the range of sand dunes in the distance.
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  • By the time my student and I had reached the coast I thought we’d lost the light, but as we walked out onto the estuary the sun, which had eased behind a massive cloud bank, gradually dropped further and re-appeared, highlighting waves of higher cloud beyond the darker blanket beneath. It was a superb finish to a very full 14 hour 1-1 workshop.
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  • Shot whilst I was being filmed for the ITV Series “The Strait” in which I am one of the featured characters. We had been up in the Welsh mountains beforehand, hoping to get some views from the summits back across Anglesey. We raced down to the Foryd Estuary on the Menai Strait just as the sun was setting. The wind was fierce and bitter, and I have allowed the file colour to remain blue rather than correcting everything, as I prefer the colour symbolism of the blue tones. It looks like the conditions that I felt at the time.
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  • Reeds surround a low stone wall at the high tide margin at the edge of the tidal Dulas Estuary, East Anglesey
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  • The first day of the new year, the first day of the new decade! After a lazy start, relaxing in bed, drinking fresh coffee whilst sunshine poured through the window, we decided to make the most of the beautiful conditions and get a walk in. <br />
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We drove to the Great Orme to maximise exposure to the New Year’s sunshine and scrambled up through the limestone buttresses to reach the summit. The views back across to Snowdonia were stunning, the huge mountains just stopped at the sea and looked more reminiscent of some Greek islands than the Welsh coast. The sea was so calm and the tiny yacht making its way out of the Conwy estuary helped to describe just how huge and magnificent everything looked. <br />
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In terms of climate disaster and self-interested politics worldwide we are in such frightening times, but today’s conditions at the start of the new decade, infused us both with a small dose of happiness and positivity that I hope to God we can still find more of over the next few years.
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  • At high tide this is a vast stretch of wind-chopped sea. Small flocks of oystercatchers and turnstones skim across its surface as they wait for the spoils of low water and terns screech in the open sky before plunging into schools of small fish.<br />
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But now the estuary is empty, just acres of wet sand and silt remain. In the middle of this huge open space a woman lies recumbent in the afternoon sunshine. The last rivulets of brine silently flow past her beautiful wet body, every inch of her skin delicately textured with raised goosebumps. The sunlight and gentle breeze warmed her flesh and her salty skin became smooth.<br />
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That evening on my return journey, the tide was high once again. A lonely curlew gave its distinctive call as it flew inland to nest, and in the darkening gloom of dusk I saw movement out on the water. I focussed hard on the smooth curves amongst the small waves, and I saw a dark tail appear above the surface before the shape disappeared altogether. I can only assume it was a seal.
    Revealed at Low Tide
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  • A very wet walk on Anglesey's West Coast, so wet that for the first time ever I carried an umbrela with me to cover the camera. It was very useful without a doubt. This was the first time this year when I felt the cold and resorted to wearing gloves to carry the tripod!  © Glyn Davies - All rights reserved. Blog post about this image will appear here: http://www.glynsblog.com
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  • A very wet walk on Anglesey's West Coast, so wet that for the first time ever I carried an umbrela with me to cover the camera. It was very useful without a doubt. This was the first time this year when I felt the cold and resorted to wearing gloves to carry the tripod!  © Glyn Davies - All rights reserved. Blog post about this image will appear here: http://www.glynsblog.com
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  • Enveloped in sea fog, this is the remains the Greek brig, "Athena" -which was wrecked here at Malltraeth / Llanddwyn, Anglesey, in December 1852. It was not a tradgedy as all 14 crew were rescued by local lifeboatmen
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  • Sensuous Appreciation
  • Beyond the vast open landscape, bathed in low winter sunshine, snowclouds dropped their delicate loads over the Strait and Welsh mountains.
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  • These are the remains the Greek brig, "Athena"<br />
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It was wrecked here at Malltraeth / Llanddwyn, Anglesey, in December 1852. It was not a tragedy as all 14 crew were rescued by local lifeboatmen
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  • This is a pilot cutter which although looks old, was actually only launched in 1997. These classic gaff rigged boats are an instant visual reminder of the beauty of maritime history, as much as the hardship. In the background squats King Henry VIII's St Mawes Castle (1540 AD) so we have layers of history in this shot
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  • It seems that this is the remains the Greek brig, "Athena" -which was wrecked here at Malltraeth / Llanddwyn, Anglesey, in December 1852. It was not a tradgedy as all 14 crew were rescued by local lifeboatmen
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  • Nominee in Nude / B&W Spider Awards 2017<br />
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There is always something special and deeply sensuous about touching wild water. The woman stretched her body and gently, slowly, rolled across the wet sand with no more than an inch of water beneath her slender body. Her long raven hair whipped in the warm West wind blowing down the estuary from the sea beyond the dunes. She revelled in the feelings; embraced by the elements; sinking her fingers into the saturated earth and pressing her flesh against the estuary, becoming a part of it, connected to it, supported by it. Droplets trickled over every inch of her body making the wind feel cool, goosebumps raised on her delicate skin, making her even more sensitive to the air around her. She was invigorated, purified.
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  • At low tide here at Traeth Coch (Red Wharf Bay) on East Anglesey, you can't even see the sea, but at high tide this usually calm sea advances right up the estuary towards Pentraeth village.
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  • Fairbourne Railway Bridge over the Mawddach Estuary at Barmouth, mid Wales, in Spring sunlight
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  • The large limestone stepping stones of Rhydd Gaer (The Blood Fort) , cross the Afon Braint River south of the village of Dwyran on Anglesey. The river itself leads to the Braint Estuary where it joins the Menai Strait and Caernarfon Bay. There is little agreed information about the history of these historical stones<br />
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"A young funny, dynamic 19 year old friend of ours has been missing since Christmas, and this river is his river, well in my mind it is, as it flows from his village to the sea. I was thinking about how lucky I am to simply be here, to breathe, to see, to live. The sunshine was sparkling on the water, the grass was lush and green, clouds scudded across a now clear sky and there was a cool crispness to the air, my fingers felt it, my face felt it, every bit of me was now awake and invigorated, but I wish I knew what had happened to the lad. We all think we know but nobody dares say anything, living in hope that our worst fears are proved wrong. It has been very hard for me to be near the sea since his disappearance. I have titled the image above in dedication to our young friend, and I cling to the hope that one day he will see it for himself."
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  • Patterns caused by wind blowing different weight sands across the vast wind swept beach of Morfa Dyffryn near Barmouth, Mid Wales. <br />
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We turned North and immediately felt the full brunt of the Northerly gale in our faces. Progress was not difficult but was definitely slow. The wind was so strong that sheets of sand were lifted off the beach and blown towards us like swirling fog around our feet. A dog in the distance jumps for a stick and travels 20 feet before landing ! It sorted "men from the boys" as they say, and I noticed a few beach visitors start in this direction then turn back very quickly, but Carol and I were on a mission to get to the far point and the estuary beyond, and it was maybe two miles of beach walk against this headwind. I was blown away [pun intended] by the patterns and tones caused by the sheets of wind-driven sand over the shore, it really was like looking down at the earth whilst flying through low cloud but anything taller than one foot or so remained clear and static, betraying the impression!
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  • Wind blown sand ripples at the mouth of the Malltraeth Estuary where it joins the Irish Sea at Llanddwyn Beach
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  • The large limestone stepping stones of Rhydd Gaer (The Blood Fort) , cross the Afon Braint River south of the village of Dwyran on Anglesey. The river itself leads to the Braint Estuary where it joins the Menai Strait and Caernarfon Bay. There is little agreed information about the history of these historical stones<br />
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"A young funny, dynamic 19 year old friend of ours has been missing since Christmas, and this river is his river, well in my mind it is, as it flows from his village to the sea. I was thinking about how lucky I am to simply be here, to breathe, to see, to live. The sunshine was sparkling on the water, the grass was lush and green, clouds scudded across a now clear sky and there was a cool crispness to the air, my fingers felt it, my face felt it, every bit of me was now awake and invigorated, but I wish I knew what had happened to the lad. We all think we know but nobody dares say anything, living in hope that our worst fears are proved wrong. It has been very hard for me to be near the sea since his disappearance. I have titled the image above in dedication to our young friend, and I cling to the hope that one day he will see it for himself."
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  • I sometimes find myself in dark places and it’s easy to close your eyes to shut it all out, but from out of nowhere I usually become aware of the gentlest glow of light. The delicate light is normally enough to see how to move forward. Once I’ve found the path everything seems brighter and the ominous clouds gradually move back to the horizon.<br />
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The large limestone stepping stones of Rhydd Gaer (The Blood Fort) , cross the Afon Braint River south of the village of Dwyran on Anglesey. The river itself leads to the Braint Estuary where it joins the Menai Strait and Caernarfon Bay. There is little agreed information about the history of these historical stones
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  • I’ve always loved the sea from above, from planes for sure, but even from mountain tops. A constantly morphing sheet of textures and pattern, sometimes describing the weather and the clouds above, but sometimes the currents below. Here on the approach to the Conwy Estuary the channels are winding and shallow and accurate navigation is critical. As the last of the sun went behind a huge cloud bank on the horizon, and the world went dark, only a gently illuminated shimmering sea remained clear.
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  • Nominated image in the 13th Black & White Spider Awards 2018<br />
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The early morning light shimmered off the wet sands of the estuary. Noisy waders skimmed over the wide flats in the hunt for feeding grounds. Dark clouds brewed ominously on the horizon behind us and gathered slowly over the mountain peaks.<br />
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The woman had walked towards me from the distant sand dunes, aware that the tide was rising rapidly, flooding the expanse of the bay behind her. She stood at the water’s edge, long grasses puncturing the the smooth mirror rising around her. She felt the first chill of the breeze from the weather front and clasped herself, yet the sea was still warm after summer rays. She gently, though purposefully stirred the water with her feet, crossing one leg in front of the other as she did so, enjoying the sensation of liquid resistance against her skin. I studied the ripples flowing away from her, small waves of her spiritual energy connecting with me and the shoreline. As the tide rose to her thighs the mud softened beneath her. Under now darkening skies she continued on her journey, passing me by and heading for the sheltered woodland behind me.<br />
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Taken whilst being filmed for the ITV series ‘The Strait’ being broadcast from 5th January 2018
    Gently Stirring the Tide
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