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  • Isles Apart, Caldeiras Negra & Comprida, Flores, Azores
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  • A thousand + miles from anywhere, these volcanic islands in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean can create orographic rainclouds at any time of year. However, this plus the warmer climate gives rise to lush vegetaion and spectacular greenery and plant life. Flores means Flowers!
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  • I left the valley in beautiful warm evening sunshine but by the time I reached the summit it was shrouded in dense, fast-swirling and cold hill fog. I shivered as I sat in the lee of the summit cairn but when the sun burst through I was bathed in warmth and mesmerised by the rapidly unfurling mountain views beyond me. The conditions lasted maybe an hour before the temperatures balanced out and the cloud dispersed leaving totally clear views. I can't help but be impressed by the constantly changing ethereal qualities of the Welsh light and weather.
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  • Stunning views of the surroundings hills and valleys whilst descending from Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) Wales' highest mountain. The effects of glaciation are clearly visible and explains why so many educational groups come to this region to study geography and geomorphology
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  • On a bitter day in Snowdonia, numbers of tiny figures appeared on the summit ridge of Snowdon, highest peak in England & Wales, on their cold walk to the café on the top. Equally, the broken snow defines the numerous well worn tracks to this high coffee house, including the famous Snowdon Railway. ..The massive plume of cloud was a humorous visual metaphor for the steam trains which usually stop in England & Wales' highest station :-)..© Glyn Davies 2012 - All Rights Reserved.
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  • It was dreamlike, and I was alone in my dreams. The clouds rose and fell like waves on the ocean, one minute revealing the peaks the next shrouding them. A bitterly cold North Westerly blew the swirling vapours at speed across the slopes, chilling me noticeably at the same time. The scenes changed so quickly that it was hard to believe I was in the same place. I was in awe and utterly captivated by the sheer scale and drama of the situation and it was hard to leave the summit, until the sun went down that is, and the wind dropped and a freezing clammy air enveloped me.
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  • No idea why the reservoirs were so green up here in the mountains, but they certainly created an incredible compliment to the clear blue skies and hot arid earth.
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  • An overcast and windless day in Snowdonia last week but the rich Autumnal colours glowed beautifully in the near mirror-like surface of the mountain lake. Reflections in lakes are such a cliché so forgive me, I was just rather taken with the scene anyway and couldn't help jumping out of the van to make this image.
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  • The Atlantic ocean waves push up the black lava shingle towards the volcanic crater lake in an exploded caldera, El Golfo, West Lanzarote coast. The lake is coloured green by Olivine.
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  • The story goes that someone tried to drive his 4x4 across this vast lake bed, and was never seen again’ <br />
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A hundred million years ago this huge basin in the Etosha National Park was a lake, fed by the Kunene River in Angola, but 16,000 years ago, due to tectonic plate movement the river was diverted West to the Atlantic and gradually the lake dried up leaving this vast lake bed. At 4800 km² this saltpan, the largest in Africa, can be seen from space.<br />
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I’d wanted to see this surreal landscape for a long time, and surprising though it may seem to others, this appealed to me even more than seeing the wildlife in the park! There is this deep need within me to experience vast empty spaces; it’s all part of that humbling vulnerability that I seek. I wanted to feel minute, isolated and insignificant in every possible term. It was difficult of course with anyone else around but fortunately I had a sense of it with just Jani and her two cousins around. We drove out onto the lake (on an ‘official’ stick marked track) and stepped into the baking heat. There was simply nothing ahead of us, almost 50kms to the far side and almost 60 kms to the left and right – it was vast indeed.<br />
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The earth was soft and crumbly rather than rock hard. I can imagine in rain it would get very soft indeed. I’ve read that in prolonged heavy rain the whole lake bed floods up to 10cm deep creating an incredible mirror –like surface which attracts thousands of migrating flamingos.
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  • Snowdonia is an area of vivid glaciation and here at Cwm Idwal, a high hanging valley / cwm / corrie the signs are crystal clear, looking at the lake of Llyn Idwal, hanging above the Llyn Ogwen lake, before yet another another rock step and huge waterfall, to the valley below. Here we see the peak of Y Garn in the background.
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  • Wind blows through soft rushes surrounding isolated bare trees at the lakeside of Llyn Gwynant glacial lake in the wide valley of Nant Gwynant in the heart of Snowdonia, Wales. The lower foothills of Wales' highest mountain, Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) can be seen on the far side of the lake.
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  • Marchlyn Mawr, nestling below the rocky mountain of Elidir Fawr, with Mynydd Perfdd on the far side, is the upper lake providing the water source for the Hydro Electric Power Station in the valley below. This water can be released in less than a minute when the UN grid needs an urgent  energy boost, and is pumped up during off peak cheaper times at night, from the lake of Llyn Dinas in the Llanberis Pass.
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  • Marchlyn Mawr, nestling below the rocky mountain of Elidir Fawr, with Mynydd Perfdd on the far side, is the upper lake providing the water source for the Hydro Electric Power Station in the valley below. This water can be released in less than a minute when the UN grid needs an urgent  energy boost, and is pumped up during off peak cheaper times at night, from the lake of Llyn Dinas in the Llanberis Pass.
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  • A frozen lake in a huge slate quarrying valley in North Wales. The evening sun on the distant mountains and the delicacy of the ice patterns on the lake balance the scarification of this once beautiful valley.<br />
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Now a UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Mirror like lake surface at sunset at Llyn Alaw in North Anglesey.
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  • The roads were quiet, the forest track deserted and the hillsides empty. The morning rays of sunlight were slowly being extinguished by a deepening cloud cover and the winds were picking up. By the time I reached the ridge a howling gale was bending even the thickest fir trees. The summits were now hidden by a cloud of racing drizzle and were completely uninspiring. <br />
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My heavy heart seemed to struggle to feed movement to my legs and every step felt tiring. As I left the hillsides I meandered around a lake and for only time that afternoon, glimmers of light glowed through thinning cloud, reflecting off the deep black lake, reminding me that at some point we will see light again.
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  • Peaceful evening at Llyn Alaw as the sun sets over this tranquil lake
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  • The immesely popular and beautiful Cwm Idwal in Snowdonia looks far more hostile in the depth of winter, when the normally shimmering surface of Llyn Idwal lake is deceptively soft and pristine under an icy cover, disgusing it's black depths.
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  • A crystal clear, calm lake, Llyn Cwm Bychan,  sits beneath the Rhinogydd hills, from where the Roman Steps lead up over a col, and down into the valleys beyond. It is thought however that the 'Roman' steps may be more of a Drover's Path than Roman thoroughfare?
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  • This beautiful lake sitting high up in Cwmffynnon in the Carneddau mountains of Snowdonia, North Wales, looks totally natural, but has in fact had a small dam added and is now a reservoir, serviced by a narrow access lane up the hillside.
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  • This is the upper lake just below the summit of Elidir Fawr, which is streamed into huge pipes which feed the 4 turbines in the power station 500 meters below. The water is pumped back up at night when demand is low and pumping costs are least.
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  • A line of fluffy grey clouds puffed along the horizon like a Thomas the Tank Steam Train. I loved the way the clouds were echoed by the warm tufts of orange grass around the shallow blue lake on this exposed Welsh mountain top. <br />
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© Glyn Davies 2010 - All rights reserved
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  • Sunshine burning through huge masses of low hill cloud swirling over the Welsh Carneddau mountains of Northern Snowdonia and lake Llyn Ffynnon Llugwy below. Taken from Y Braich mountain
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  • This beautiful lake sitting high up in Cwmffynnon in the Carneddau mountains of Snowdonia, North Wales, looks totally natural, but has in fact had a small dam added and is now a reservoir, serviced by a narrow access lane up the hillside.
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  • Large Cumulus clouds in afternoon sunlight reflect in the mirror calm waters of Llyn y Cwn lake on the sunlit col between Glyder Fawr an Y Garn, Snowdonia, North Wales
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  • This is the upper lake just below the summit of Elidir Fawr, which is streamed into huge pipes which feed the 4 turbines in the power station 500 meters below. The water is pumped back up at night when demand is low and pumping costs are least.
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  • Loe Bar beach is a half mile shingle bank which separates the Loe, the largest natural fresh water lake in Cornwall, from the sea.  Loe Bar was originally the mouth of the River Cober which led to a harbour in Helston. However, by the 13th century the bar had cut Helston off from the sea and formed the pool. The combination of powerful waves, a steep slippery shingle bank and vicious currents make it a very dangerous stretch of beach.
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  • Don’t usually mess around with PhotoShop, preferring to keep things as natural as I remember, but in this case I just felt it was a lovely pair for my old shot, “Reflecting on Past Times”
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  • Dark Waters<br />
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Surrounded by winter darkness her body-heat drained into the dark lake. She felt the soft waves against her legs, inching more warmth from her core, and yet still, she craved the downpour; she needed to feel the sting of the hail on her flesh and she leaned backwards to prepare herself for the sensation. Was this masochism; a penance; or something more earthly, more akin to an aching need to confirm you exist and that life & death is real and without schedule?
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  • Intense winds raced across the surface of this mountain lake, as fast moving clouds scudded over Yr Wyddfa’s sharp peaks. It was fabulous to be up there by myself, not a soul in sight. I absolutely adore having the landscape to myself. It provides an opportunity for thought, reflection and a feeling of utter connection to the earth & elements.
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  • Trawsfynydd Nuclear Power Station from the vast quarries of Blaenau Ffestiniog, now a UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Nominated in 2022 International Colour Awards<br />
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It was one of those dreary days in North Wales; the clouds hadn't lifted once and light drizzle dampened you from every angle. I happened upon this mountain lake where a father & son (I think from listening to them) were fly fishing from their little boat. I stood in silence in this tranquil Welsh scene, mesmerised by their action of casting lines out over the surface, a skill indeed. After a short while I found myself smiling though, as just beyond the ripples of movement from the boat and beyond the furthest reach of their bait, I noticed several large fish safely jumping for midges. Clever Welsh fish.
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  • I sat above the vast bowl of Cwm Marchlyn just staring at the dark water in the reservoir below. Random gusts from a stiff breeze punched the surface of the lake creating the most wonderful and mesmerising abstract movies. It was impossible to tell where the next impact flower would appear. I was lost in the performance as the wind sang to me through the rocks I was crouched amongst.
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  • Wonderful light over the hills and reservoir of Llyn Marchlyn Mawr. At times of hugh demand the water from the reservoir storms the turbines in the HEP power station below generating huge quantities of electricty in just s few seconds. I’ve always found it strange standing next to the small, silent lake, the amount of noise and energy it’s able to create at a moments notice.
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  • Available as A3 & A4 prints only<br />
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Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) in winter, from the Dinorwic Quarries, now a UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Trawsfynydd Power Station from the vast slate quarries of Blaenau ffestiniog.  <br />
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Now a UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Landscape Figures project
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  • I was under the weather. It was 7.30 in the morning and I was out in my van, driving on impulse and letting the will take me to wherever. <br />
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I very rarely go near Llanberis these days even though I used to spend so much time climbing in the quarries. I could almost hear the clipping of karabiners as I basked in the healing warming sunshine. It was so peaceful. Wisps of cloud hung at the valley head and the morning light created a regression of tones from foreground to background, silloueting Dolbadarn Castle, a true castle of the Welsh princes. <br />
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As a child Llanberis was a magical place, and the departure point for several walks up Snowdon with my Dad. The steam trains were always a gripping fascination, their historical looking enginesbelching steam as they prepared fpr the chug up the steep railway to Snowdon’s summit. <br />
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Here today though, alone and thinkimg about my parents, and age, and my pwn past, Llanberis was as beautiful as ever, but so much of my vision was memories of what once was.
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • This was a grab shot en route to Cardiff with my Nant show, during appalling weather. At one point on a hilltop near Mid Wales, the clouds briefly parted and the sun burst through to reveal these four guilty sheep :-) The previously drab colours became vivid in the intense sunlight. Within minutes the rain started again and the sheep went back to hurdling :-)
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  • Imposing and precipitous, dark towers of mountainside were temporarily bathed in gentle afternoon light, warming the cold ramparts and illuminating their weakness. We so need light these days.
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  • It was strange to be standing in sunshine one one side of the valley, looking towards the banks of fog rolling over the hillsides opposite.<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Crisp sunlight over a frozen landscape in the heart of Snowdonia. Llyn Gwynant sparkles in the foreground.
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  • This salt water lagoon at Cemlyn Bay, populated by swans, ducks and waders, seemed bigger and brighter than the sea itself, separated by a huge gently sloping shingle bank. The solitary little figure in the distance gives an idea of scale. This area is of European environmental interest.
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  • Tryfan and Llyn Ogwen in late afternoon light. Far more straight forward than many of my other images but in it's own way has a particular quality of light, and richness of terrain, which I nevertheless quite enjoy. I may remove this image anyway soon !
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  • These huge, ancient mountains offer some opportunity for spiritual nourishment from nature & landscape, but almost without exception it's near impossible to find real peace & tranquility here, from high planes and wasp-like drones; the scream of motorbikes racing up the mountain passes; even just outdoor adventurers, chatting, laughing, shouting and calling to each other, to the endless background hum of cars winding their way around the valley lanes.  <br />
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So during lockdown it was an incredible treat, a unique lifetime experience to find myself utterly alone in this magnificent landscape. No planes in the sky, not one vehicle on the road, empty lay-bys and no other sound of human voices. What I did hear, vividly & acutely, were the sounds of the wind in the trees & grasses, the chirping of birds and the trickling of water in tiny brooks. I've rarely felt as close to being at one with the planet. There are few things I will miss about lockdown, but the privilege of finding true solitude in normally busier landscapes, is definitely one of them.
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site, Blaenau Ffestiniog
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Pen yr Helgi Du is a mountain peak in the eastern part of the Carneddau in Snowdonia, North Wales. It lies on the south-eastern flanks of Carnedd Llewelyn,<br />
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Sheets of torrential rain swept across these ancient Welsh hills after a beautiful, sunlit morning on the summits.
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  • Our ancestors were collecting copper here 4000 years ago and below the surface there are huge caverns and miles of passageways hewn away by men with pick axes. The quarry saw it's most prolific excavation in the eighteenth century when the export of copper made this area very rich, The nearby port of Amlwch Harbour flourished as world demand for this fine grade copper increased. It was why the area became known as the Copper Kingdom.
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  • It's hard to believe that our ancestors were collecting copper from here 4000 years ago, Beneath our feet there are huge caverns and miles of passageways hewn away by men and pick axes. The quarry saw it's most prolific excavation in the eighteenth century when the export of copper made this area very rich, The nearby port of Amlwch Harbour flourished as world demand for this fine grade copper increased. It was why the area became known as the Copper Kingdom.
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  • The Blue Crane, (Anthropoides paradiseus) critically endangered in Namibia, occurs exclusively in the Etosha National Park and the Omadhiya lakes, a series of oshanas (seasonally flooded lakes) to the north of the park. To see this rare bird, tourists often visit areas near the Chudop waterhole in the Namutoni area, Salvadora in the Halali area, and recently at Nebrownii, east of Okaukuejo in Namibia’s most famous park.
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  • I had spent the afternoon surrounded by thick hill fog on the summit of Mynydd Mawr this winter, and the wind was bone chillingly cold. On the col between Mynydd Mawr and Moel Tryfan frozen lakes were surrounded by deceptively warm looking grasses, intensified further by the pinks and mauves up-lighting the low clouds over Nantlle. In reality everything was crunchilly icy and the grasses seemed like they would snap when you touched them, but amazingly, under the thick layer of pool ice, life was still surviving in the darkness.
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  • One track leads to a blinding but beautiful sunset, the other leads to instant death where cars join others which have drowned in crystal clear but dark quarry lakes.
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  • Banks of cloud roll in from the Irish Sea at sunset, and curl over the top of the Nantlle Ridge in Snowdonia and over Rhyd Ddu and the lakes of Llyn y Dywarchen and Llyn y Gader, Snowdonia, North Wales. Taken from a lower ridge of Mynydd Mawr
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  • Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
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Nominee in 10th Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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"The woman stood motionless, or so it seemed, her feet slowly sinking into the sticky black leaf litter below the surface. There was hardly a breeze, no movement, just the occasional chirp from the Summer’s last Swallow, breaking the silence at this mountain lake. But when you look closely, you see ripples oscillating away from the woman’s body, continuing almost imperceptibly across the lake. Her energy, her life force was affecting the landscape in a clearly visible, tangible way, utter connection between our living organic form and the earth we come from.”
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  • View from the upper slopes of Scafell Pike in the English Lake District. Brilliant sunshine turned to heavy cloud and heavy cloud turned to snow, before returning to heavy cloud but bitter winds once more. Small patches of light illuminated minute sections of this great Lakeland landscape, creating a fast moving theatrical stage of light and shadows
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  • The wind was blowing in from the west and with it came drizzle. The lake was vast and waves fetched from the persistent breeze. The reeds rustled as they bent in the gusts towards the figure of a beautiful young woman.<br />
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I stood in the darkness of the forest edge, watching nature move all about me. The boughs of the trees creaking, twigs snapping against each other and even the sound of the tiny surf crashing on the lakeshore. The woman seemed to be the only motionless object in this blustery, dull weather.
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  • A hundred million years ago this huge basin in the Etosha National Park was a lake, fed by the Kunene River in Angola, but 16,000 years ago, due to tectonic plate movement the river was diverted West to the Atlantic and gradually the lake dried up leaving this vast lake bed. At 4800 km² this saltpan, the largest in Africa, can be seen from space.<br />
<br />
I’d wanted to see this surreal landscape for a long time, and surprising though it may seem to others, this appealed to me even more than seeing the wildlife in the park! There is this deep need within me to experience vast empty spaces; it’s all part of that humbling vulnerability that I seek. I wanted to feel minute, isolated and insignificant in every possible term. It was difficult of course with anyone else around but fortunately I had a sense of it with just Jani and her two cousins around. We drove out onto the lake (on an ‘official’ stick marked track) and stepped into the baking heat. There was simply nothing ahead of us, almost 50kms to the far side and almost 60 kms to the left and right – it was vast indeed.<br />
<br />
The earth was soft and crumbly rather than rock hard. I can imagine in rain it would get very soft indeed. I’ve read that in prolonged heavy rain the whole lake bed floods up to 10cm deep creating an incredible mirror –like surface which attracts thousands of migrating flamingos.
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  • A hundred million years ago this huge basin in the Etosha National Park was a lake, fed by the Kunene River in Angola, but 16,000 years ago, due to tectonic plate movement the river was diverted West to the Atlantic and gradually the lake dried up leaving this vast lake bed. At 4800 km² this saltpan, the largest in Africa, can be seen from space.<br />
<br />
I’d wanted to see this surreal landscape for a long time, and surprising though it may seem to others, this appealed to me even more than seeing the wildlife in the park! There is this deep need within me to experience vast empty spaces; it’s all part of that humbling vulnerability that I seek. I wanted to feel minute, isolated and insignificant in every possible term. It was difficult of course with anyone else around but fortunately I had a sense of it with just Jani and her two cousins around. We drove out onto the lake (on an ‘official’ stick marked track) and stepped into the baking heat. There was simply nothing ahead of us, almost 50kms to the far side and almost 60 kms to the left and right – it was vast indeed.<br />
<br />
The earth was soft and crumbly rather than rock hard. I can imagine in rain it would get very soft indeed. I’ve read that in prolonged heavy rain the whole lake bed floods up to 10cm deep creating an incredible mirror –like surface which attracts thousands of migrating flamingos.
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  • In this lonely valley nestles a large but often calm lake. Reeds puncture the glassy smooth surface and there is silence, apart from the occasional bleating of Welsh mountain sheep, or the call of a raven over the hillsides. This woman is so bird-like in stature, so graceful and so slim, that she reminds me of the heron which frequents this place. She delicately points each foot into the lake so as not to overly disturb its surface and even in the act of doing this mimics the beautiful creature. She turns to face the light, her front feeling the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun, as the cold water clasps her legs. She stands motionless, embracing these sensations as I watch her.
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  • Red shutters and sunlight on deserted house alongside a volcanic lake near Furness on Sao Miguel, Azores. Carol and I discovered this tiny but gorgeous cottage up in the trees above a stunning volcanic lake, bathed in sunshine.
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  • In the approaching dark of heavy rain clouds and a biting cold wind, the beautiful and enticing ridge-walk from Pen yr Helgi Du received an unexpected burst of sunlight along its length.<br />
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We debated all the way to its steep northern ascent, but then the heavens opened and we realised we had been very wise to ignore the siren’s call as we headed down to the dark lake in torrential, skin-soaking rain. Even the Gore-Tex rainwear failed in these conditions and we still only just made the van before complete darkness.<br />
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What has always struck me when looking at this photograph, is just how skin-like the hillside appears, like the hide of a huge animal. When you think of just how thin the ‘living surface’ above mountains of solid rock actually is then, effectively, it is just a ‘skin’ which will be affected by the weather and which will change appearance and colour constantly over time.
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  • Varied rock colours in a the fast flowing river of the Afon Glasyn in the Nant Glaslyn Pass near Beddgelert, Snowdonia. This river flows directly from the lake below Snowdon's summit.
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  • Amazing light on Broad Beach, Rhosneigr, West Anglesey, Wales. There is a river that runs from Maelog Lake (Llyn Maelog) cutting through the sand dunes and out onto the open beach, forming numerous tributary streams before finally joining the Irish Sea
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  • Even though the light had almost disappeared, well certainly gone flat, I was amused by the sheep and their reflections in the still lake water, little woolly stars :-)
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  • The days are drawing in and the comforting warmth and brilliant light of summer is gradually being replaced with gales and rain. <br />
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The girl from the forest heads towards the light and pushes through the last trees, finding herself at the shore of a great lake.  The contrast between the stillness and relative silence of the trees is in stark contrast to the heavy weather fetching at speed across the water’s surface. It takes her by surprise, buffeting her tiny figure and she holds onto low branches for support. <br />
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Her hair blows wildly behind her in the wind and she is acutely aware of the rushes caressing her legs and spray from the waves pinpricking her naked flesh, but she revels in these sensations. Her senses are heightened and the place and the moment are a catalyst for her thoughts about her existence and a reminder that the cycle of the seasons is unavoidable and that nature is everything.
    When the Wind Blows
  • In this lonely valley nestles a large but often calm lake. Reeds puncture the glassy smooth surface and there is silence, apart from the occasional bleating of Welsh mountain sheep, or the call of a raven over the hillsides. This woman is so bird-like in stature, so graceful and slim that she reminds me of the heron which frequents this place. She stands motionless on her rock, mimicking the beautiful bird, ready to dive at a moments notice, but in the meantime just embraces the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun.
    The Diver
  • Delicate last washes of evening sunshine bathed the West facing mountain landscape. The Marchlyn lake glowed blue against the grass-covered man-made dam. Even though the air was cold, the weak sunshine offered warmth when I sheltered from the wind. I was instantly attracted to these amazing geometric faces of rock in the foreground, perfectly shattered by nature.
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  • International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention<br />
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In this lonely valley nestles a large but often calm lake. Reeds puncture the glassy smooth surface and there is silence, apart from the occasional bleating of Welsh mountain sheep, or the call of a raven over the hillsides. This woman is so bird-like in stature, so graceful and slim that she reminds me of the heron which frequents this place. She stands motionless on her rock, mimicking the beautiful bird, ready to dive at a moments notice, but in the meantime just embraces the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun.
    The Wader
  • The basin of this huge crater used to contain a lake but after huge eruptions in a nearby volcano in1957, fissures appeared and the water was able to seep away.
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  • This stunningly beautiful beach, a beach and walk that we would frequent as children with our parents, is captivating, spectacular and intriguing. You see, this beach is actually a bar of sand that separates the open Atlantic on the right, from Loe Pool to the left. At one time this was a navigable creek but is now a huge mostly freshwater lake. It's also exceptionally dangerous. The undertow and rips can take you out to sea without hesitation, and indeed two beautiful young women twins, college friends of mine, were both pulled out to sea here where they tragically drowned - devastating for all who knew them, so full of life, promise and talent.
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  • Shooting into sunshine bursting through broken cloud created an incredible contrast. The shiny slate reflected almost as much light as the lake & sea, so everything else seemed dark in comparison. I've chosen not to lighten the shadows, but to enjoy the contrast instead.<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • What seemed like a lake of grass divided the three isolated trees, perfectly still, motionless in warm winter sunlight.
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  • These incredible rock formations have been formed over millions of years and comprise layers from deltas, lake beds, sand dunes and coastal deposits. The colours from these different epochs are clearly seen in the banded strata stretching for mile after mile here above the Chaco Basin in New Mexico. <br />
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Some of the bands, especially from the sand dune age are very soft and crumbly giving rise (or fall) to collapse of the layers above creating some crazy rock formations.
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