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  • Snow formations on the summit of Arenig Fawr in low winter sunlight.
    Winter Summit
  • Clinging to the edge of a cold mountain slope, stand the remains of a once thriving but dangerous slate quarrying industry. Tonight though, it was quiet, calm and tranquil, only the gentlest of winds blowing up the valley. Apart from the sound of ravens it seems a huge change from what once was. Even the train was silent in the thick winter snow.<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Such wonderful contrasts in Winter landscape, bright sunshine against snow covered mountains, cool blue seas against warm toned dunes. In winter everythiung just feels so much more real, vital, timeless. Perhaps the non existent crowds, the sound of the ocean and the wind numbing your face, heighten the reality.
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  • Looking towards the Carneddau range of mountains (over 3000ft) in Snowdonia, Wales. There was a dramatic light from low afternoon winter sunlight illuminating the mountainsides under gentle clouds above. The steep cliffs drop down to the highly glaciated Nant Ffrancon pass below. The foreground mountain is Carnedd Dafydd and the more rounded peak behind is Carnedd Llewelyn.
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  • Newlyn harbour in winter. between heavy rain showers. The whole fishing fleet seemed to be in this still active Cornish fishing harbour. Penlee Lifeboat a Severn-class 17-36 "Ivan Ellen" (on station 2003) is moored alongside the pontoon.
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  • Such wonderful contrasts in Winter landscape, bright sunshine against snow covered mountains, cool blue seas against warm toned dunes. In winter everythiung just feels so much more real, vital, timeless. Perhaps the non existent crowds, the sound of the ocean and the wind numbing your face, heighten the reality.
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  • Looking towards the Carneddau range of mountains (over 3000ft) in Snowdonia, Wales. There was a dramatic light from low afternoon winter sunlight illuminating the mountainsides under gentle clouds above. The steep cliffs drop down to the highly glaciated Nant Ffrancon pass below. The foreground mountain is Carnedd Dafydd and the more rounded peak behind is Carnedd Llewelyn.
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  • Beyond the illusory warmth of foreground moors, stood the frozen twin peaks of Arenig Fawr, briefly illuminated by moments of temperamental winter sunlight.<br />
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I was lured by the mountain’s wonderful structure and ancient beauty, but the buffeting gale was biting into my face so on this day at least, I was glad not to have been on the icy summits.
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  • Location for joyful screams of kids playing in the bright blue sparkling waters of this famous lido, seem a distant memory on this cold mind winter dawn. The water looks dark and sinister and threatening clouds slowly roll in from the Atlantic Ocean. <br />
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Nevertheless, there is something about this 1930s structure that retains the promise of more laughs and happiness to come.
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  • Such a huge range of colours and textures within this mid-winter Welsh mountainscape. The light was fleeting on the summits as clouds scudded by in the bitter cold high winds. Strangely the lower slopes looked almost autumnal.<br />
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I can never get out of my head, that the visual surface of the earth, is only skin deep geograhially, and that just a few feet beneath, it’s solid rock. Life does indeed cling to the most exposed and seeimgly inhospitable places, it is a minimal surface zone between rock and air (or water) - I think of it as the ‘life zone’.
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  • What a difference a season makes. In the summer this beach is busy with tourists, swimming, kayaking and paddle boarding on the water; families eating fish & chips on the sea front and dozens of walkers perambulating along the seafront, but in Winter, it feels vast, empty and exposed. The full force of the wind howls onto this beach from the Irish Sea and the mountains behind seem darker, higher and more ominous. The ancient hill fort s gradually being eroded away, now less than half the size of the original, and hardly surprising when you watch the waves relentless attacking the base.   <br />
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The wind was so strong that the sea became a conveyer of fast, foamy white waves that pushed far up the beach on every landfall. My feet got soaked as the water wrapped around my legs time after time but it was all part of the amazing experience of feeling connected to winter as much as the landscape itself.
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  • Yr Elen looking magnificent and imposing in the winter vapours. In the summer it’s just an interesting bump preceding the bigger summit of Carnedd Llewelyn behind, but in these conditions it looked like a sunlit stairway to a snowy heaven. <br />
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Over the last few years I have consciously avoided the snow, and hated the idea of going into cold, knackering snow blanketed mountains, but this year I’ve thoroughly enjoyed safe ventures into the low foothills from where I can observe the big peaks. This looks positively alpine but I was only on a low hill, zooming in on the bigger peaks with my telephoto lenses. It was a sense of being a part of it all without facing any real danger. I think next winter, post pandemic, I will be grabbing a mountaineering buddy and heading into the bigger peaks, that’s for sure.
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  • Aberffraw church in the main village, in mist at dusk, during a particularly cold, snowy winter
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  • Afternoon winter sunlight floods between tall trees onto Llanfairfechan beach. The same beautful light bathes the Snowdonia foothills that help form this distinctive coastline.
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  • Bright red bench atthe end of the pier in Beaumaris, Anglesey, with stormy winter weather over the Welsh mountains of Snowdonia and tje wind swept Menai Strait in the middle & far distance. The pier has been altered since this image to take a floating pontoon
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  • Llyn Ogwen and Y Garn in a cold winter.
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  • The Afon Ffraw river runs under an historical pack horse on the outskirts of the village of Aberffraw in West Anglesey, in an exceptionally cold mid winter.
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  • One of 3 winning entries in the 29th SUN (Shot up North) Awards for full time professional photographers<br />
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I had been looking back through some early work and was amazed at how much snow we had in the winter of 2006. Amongst the more natural-looking snowy mountain images I’d taken from the top of Moel Eilio was this one of the Dinorwig Quarries below Elidir Fawr. I was fascinated by the cool purity of the winter snow gently trying to smooth over the vast, ugly, man-made scarring of the mountain’s lower regions.<br />
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The image has almost literally been sliced in half – the softer, wild and windswept upper reaches, and the angular, fractured blackness of the quarries below. Of course, the quarries hold their own fascination in terms of human history, culture and tenacity, but sometimes it’s only from a distance that you realise just how much destruction has gone on. Equally, it’s almost comforting to know just how much beauty still does exist, even within areas that have been so exploited, as here in Llanberis.<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • A small flock of sheep huddle together for warmth in winter in the exposed Nant Ogwen Valley in the heart of the Snowdonia mountains.  The impressive triangular dark mountain on the left is Tryfan, one of Snowdonia's most spectatcular but dangerous peaks.
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  • Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
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I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
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The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
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As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.
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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 few houses in a snow covered winter rural landscape of trees and fields, high above the town of Deiniolen, Gwynedd, North Wales, in warm evening sunlight
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  • Morning sunshne over heavy winter snow, unusually, at Penmon Point, Eastern Anglesey. The imposing cottages of the lighthouse keepers watch over the Penmon Sound.
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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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  • The 3000+ foot peaks of the Carneddau, Pen yr Ole Wen, Carnedd Dafydd and Carnedd Llewelyn in the far distance, as seen from Eldir Fawr in winter.
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  • Snowdon and Mynydd Mawr in a winter sunset. The summit of Wales & England's Highest Cafe is just hidden by cloud at 1085 meters.
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  • Icicles forming out of cracks in snowy mountain rock in winter at Mynydd Sygyn, Beddgelert, Snowdonia, North Wales.
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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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  • Slopes of the Carneddau mountains in Snowdonia, Wales, in winter, covered in snow, ice, sunlight and shadows from clouds above.
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  • The Llyn Peninsula in winter, seen from Northern Snowdonia, looking across the lower ridges of Snowdon, Foel Gron, Foel Goch, Moel Eilo, Mynydd Mawr, then Bwlch Mawr and Yr Eifl ib the far distance.
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  • Snowdon and Mynydd Mawr in a winter sunset. The summit of Wales & England's Highest Cafe is just hidden by cloud at 1085 meters.
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  • Shapes and objects appeared in the landscape in winter, revealed by nothing more than snowfall and dusk
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  • As the cliché goes, "Looks can be deceptive" and so it was today.  Fluffy white clouds floating across a lush blue sky and brilliant sunshine reflecting off a calm sea, but what the image doesn't show is the biting Northerly wind and the stinging cold ocean. At 6º this was the coldest sea I've swum in, a whole degree colder than any time last winter. My fingers went numb so quickly but thankfully my wetsuit socks prevented my toes from doing the same. I was still happy to be in the sea despite the conditions but 7 minutes was more than enough.
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  • The Llyn Peninsula in winter, seen from Northern Snowdonia, looking across the lower ridges of Snowdon, Foel Gron, Foel Goch, Moel Eilo, Mynydd Mawr, then Bwlch Mawr and Yr Eifl ib the far distance.
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  • Classic Cornish winter weather. One minute we were blanketed in thick sea fog, then drizzle, then showers and then intense sunlight before repeating all over again. <br />
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Wolf Rock lighthouse stands 14 miles off the Cornish Coast and is a crucial navigational mark before ships either head for America or round to port to find sheltered anchorage in Penzance or Falmouth. <br />
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We sat on the cliff edge, warm but our outer clothing dripping with rainwater. At one point we were bathed in sunshine but drenched with rain at the same time. <br />
The horizon was busy with shipping and the inshore waters were dotted with tiny fishing boats.
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  • In the darkest of times, needles of sunlight pierce blankets of blue winter, illuminating theatrical interplays on the earth below. Tiny little figures show the enormous scale of this mountainous stage,. You don't see these wondrous moments until they are floodlit by the universe above.
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  • Fleeting patches of light caress the slopes of the ancient mountain of Cader Idris during squally winter weather. Clouds build and billow at speed above the peaks, in contrast to the dark shadows of the huge North facing cliffs.
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  • In this modern period of climate catastrophe it's so worrying just how fast weather conditions vary. If we get any snow at all it comes and goes in a matter of days. Although still 'cold' water, the sea temperatures are unseasonably warm, and the winds and gales seem relentless.  <br />
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And yet, to keep my mind sane, I have to imagine that whatever I see happening in the hills and sea, is just normal. I see snow and pretend I can't see climate change. I see no snow, and pretend I can't see climate change, for whatever the awful situation on our planet, I still see the weather, I still see nature, I still see the incredible landscapes and the wonderful sea. I have to keep pretending that everything is OK.
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  • Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
<br />
I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
<br />
The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
<br />
As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.
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  • Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
<br />
I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
<br />
The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
<br />
As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.
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  • Freezing cold conditions in a a strong winter breeze, but the light changed as rapidly as the cloud conditions. As the day drew to an end, the light became even more subtly beautiful. I spent an hour and half waiting in these bitter conditions for the light to evolve, and it was worth the cold.<br />
<br />
UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Winter winds blew across the beach; small ripples radiated across the wide sand sea water pools and clouds raced overhead. Such beauty, such awe and such contrast. As I stood and watched the sunset play before me, cold air crept down my neck and I realised just how easy it is to be fooled by beauty.
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  • Last blast of evening sunlight over a stormy winter mountainscape in the Carneddau range, Snowdonia, Wales.  Spindrift blows off the ridge between Carnedd Dafydd and Carnedd Llewelyn.
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  • Beaumaris in Winter, on an early morning, tranquil, quiet, beautiful, COLD!
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  • Nant Ffrancon Pass in a cold winter
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  • Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
<br />
I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
<br />
The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
<br />
As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.
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  • Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
<br />
I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
<br />
The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
<br />
As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.
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  • Blindingly beautiful evening sunshine bathing the expansive dunes on this West Anglesey beach, with snow-capped mountains catching pulses of light between the scudding clouds above.
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  • Welsh mountain sheep pens lie desolate in the bitter winds and snow and there was silence all around save for the wind through the cold stone walls. In the summer there is no such solitude, and the sounds of the sheep return with the sounds of walkers.
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  • If I had to name one thing I love most about being in the mountains, it's those moments when clouds or temperature inversions create phenomenal spectacles, grand theatrical sets full of power, woe and drama. Tryfan, the 'climbers' mountain of Snowdonia is normally identified by it's unique fin shape and twin vertical summit stones of Adam & Eve, but today, there was something even more magnificent than the mountain's shape - it was the gigantic swirling cloud that created a cauldronesque scene, sometimes obscuring Tryfan's iconic profile. It's slow, graceful dance was hypnotic and mesmerising, rooting me to where I stood.
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  • In this modern period of climate catastrophe it's so worrying just how fast weather conditions vary. If we get any snow at all it comes and goes in a matter of days. Although still 'cold' water, the sea temperatures are unseasonably warm, and the winds and gales seem relentless.  <br />
<br />
And yet, to keep my mind sane, I have to imagine that whatever I see happening in the hills and sea, is just normal. I see snow and pretend I can't see climate change. I see no snow, and pretend I can't see climate change, for whatever the awful situation on our planet, I still see the weather, I still see nature, I still see the incredible landscapes and the wonderful sea. I have to keep pretending that everything is OK.
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  • Gale blown winter surf on the outgoing tide. Every now and then a rogue wave would power up the beach and blast through the gaps in the rock to meet my feet, but as the sun dipped and the light disappeared, so did my waves.
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  • Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
<br />
I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
<br />
The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
<br />
As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.
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  • One end of the famous Nantlle Ridge walk starting with Y Garn (highest central peak) before moving to the right and Trum y Ddysgl. The peaks in the distant left, lead to a highest peak of Moel Hebog, Snowdonia
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  • Llanddwyn car park was heaving. As I headed over the dunes I saw huge numbers of people out for their boxing day walk, most on an ant-like procession to Llanddwyn Island and the famous little lighthouse, but very few indeed on the vast expanse of shore to the left.<br />
<br />
I was very fortunate that it was an outgoing tide as otherwise every inch of exposed sand would have been covered in foot and paw prints, but as it was there was acres of pristine virgin sand to photograph.<br />
<br />
The wind was cold even though from the South, and apart from the handfuls of ten-second Boxing Day Dippers most people were well wrapped up for winter. The clouds were spectacular and the intermittent light cutting through created a wonderful intensity of colour and illumination. Oystercatchers huddled together on the waters edge, seemingly keener to stay together than hunt for food, but I don't blame them,.<br />
<br />
As dusk approached, the crowds started to fade with the light and soon I was almost alone on my stretch of beach. The warm yellows and oranges turned cool to blues, washed with delicate pinks and magenta from the disappearing sun. The wet sand formed a wonderful mirror onto which I saw double the wonder of the evening.
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  • These rolling foothills form part of the Snowdon Massif but each have their own names, and are affectionately known collectively, as the 'roller coaster' by local hill walkers.
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  • These rolling foothills form part of the Snowdon Massif but each have their own names, and are affectionately known collectively, as the 'roller coaster' by local hill walkers.
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  • Glimpses of sunshine - patches of fast-moving light scudding across the striking ridges of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) and its foothills. First warm rays - an ultraviolet shower between snow-clad peaks. Perfect company and amongst this theatrical majesty, a young woman’s first illuminating and exhilarating ascent of a Welsh mountain
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  • A beautiful and tumbling waterfall on the lower stretch of the Afon Llan, alongside the Watkin Path up Snowdon. The river forms deep pools in the smooth eroded rock, and the clarity is just incredible. The lush wide valley of Nant Gwynant can be seen in the distance.
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  • These rolling foothills form part of the Snowdon Massif but each have their own names, and are affectionately known collectively, as the 'roller coaster' by local hill walkers.
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  • Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) - 1,085 m (3,560 ft), the highest mountain in Wales, and the highest point in the British Isles outside Scotland. With a café at it's summit, it's also the highest café in the UK. A railway takes some visitors to the summit.
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  • From my book Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)<br />
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This book is available for purchase here on www.glyndavies.com
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  • Available as A3 & A4 prints only
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  • As a village, and cove, I can romanticise about this place. It feels Cornish, and its strong links with the sea, fishing boats, pilot gigs, lifeboats and shipwrecks (of which a recent one lies just around the corner) all help to re-enforce this romantacism. However, although swamped by visitors in the summer, and now largely dominated by holiday homes, this place is still actively involved with all these activities and for me therefore, Sennen will always be what I've loved best about the life and culture of Cornwall.
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  • At the end of the day, when the crowds have gone, it is easier to imagine how old this place is. Long before the fishing nets, round house and life-boats, these sands and granite cliffs witnessed the dramatic beauty of the ever changing skies and seas. Everything else is just so temporary, so I like the imagination this place stimulates.
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  • Snow melt water swells the mountain stream in Cwm Bychan, Beddgelert, Snowdonia, Wales. The river runs down to Tremadog Bay, seen bathed in sunlight in the far distance. Light Cumulus clouds float overhead.
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  • A snow covered Nant Ffrancon Pass, in Snowdonia, Wales. Cwm Idwal can be seen in the distance, at the base of Glyder Fawr. The famous Devil's Kitchen cleft can just be seen in the centre top of the image.
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  • From my book Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)<br />
<br />
This book is available for purchase here on www.glyndavies.com
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  • The rolling silver waves at Porth Nobla carved their way inland, separating the foreground dunes from the spray softened, historic and undulating landscape of West Anglesey. The ancient burial mound of Barclodiad y Gawres lies on the headland, just right of the frame.
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  • Cornwall, mid February. The weather had been stunning all week but the sea was still throwing some massive waves at the coast. Even in the relative shelter of the cove itself, huge granite boulders await further attrition from the advancing Atlantic swell.
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  • Rare snow on a shingle beach near Penmon village, East Anglesey, looking across the Menai Strait towards the snowcapped mountains of Snowdonia in the background
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  • Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) - 1,085 m (3,560 ft), the highest mountain in Wales, and the highest point in the British Isles outside Scotland. With a café at it's summit, it's also the highest café in the UK. A railway takes some visitors to the summit.
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  • Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) - 1,085 m (3,560 ft), the highest mountain in Wales, and the highest point in the British Isles outside Scotland. With a café at it's summit, it's also the highest café in the UK. A railway takes some visitors to the summit.
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  • An isolated large cloud passed over a cloudless blue sky and darkened all the hill tops of the Carneddau in the distance, but intense sunlight continued to blast the 1000ft cliffs just ahead of me, beautiful and natural tonality
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  • Vila Franca do Campo off season, deserted and lonely, dark and windswept. The sound of an occasional dog bark was heard over the sound of the relentless waves and an old man shuffled along an otherwise empty street.
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  • Surf foam at Gwenver Beach, South West Cornwall
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  • These huge, gorgeous granite boulders have been formed over years of pounding and smashing by the Atlantic waves. Though some are half the length of a grown man's body, these boulders are like toy marbles in the grip of Sennens biggest storm waves. Even the solid granite breakwater has been worn smoother over history due to the attrition by the sea's load.
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  • From my book Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)<br />
<br />
This book is available for purchase here on www.glyndavies.com
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  • Just the momentary interplay of light and shadow when a huge hole appears in the middle distance. With the impressive surge pool in the bottom left of this image, it's an illusion of one-upmanship in this stunning wintry mountainscape.
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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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  • If I had to name one thing I love most about being in the mountains, it's those moments when clouds or temperature inversions create phenomenal spectacles, grand theatrical sets full of power, woe and drama. Tryfan, the 'climbers' mountain of Snowdonia is normally identified by it's unique fin shape and twin vertical summit stones of Adam & Eve, but today, there was something even more magnificent than the mountain's shape - it was the gigantic swirling cloud that created a cauldronesque scene, obscuring Tryfan's iconic profile. It's slow, graceful dance was hypnotic and mesmerising, rooting me to where I stood.
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  • Sometimes when drowning in dark waters, a light shines so brightly that it hope swells & waves of new ideas roll in. I've needed to see this brightness for a while now, and my creative brain is energised by it.
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  • Another of those wonderful moments when a dreary day gets blown away by strong winds and the sun is allowed to burst through and spread its glory. Wide-eyed and a heart full of joy, I relished everything about this chance event
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  • The most wonderful, dramatic evening light catching unexpected snowfall on Wales' highest peak of Yr Wyddfa. A few days before I was walking the beaches in shorts & a T-Shirt!
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  • There’s a lot of truth in the suggestion that mountains can actually look far more majestic from below, than from the summits themselves. <br />
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It was a beautiful day today on Anglesey, blue sky & sunshine - photographically a little boring even if the sunshine warmed my heart. At the end of day however the colours began to change and the mountain clouds started to disperse. It was a game of patience and hope, hope that the last of the sunshine would synchronise with the summit of Yr Wyddfa appearing through the clouds. I was delighted to make two exposures where the magic happened.
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  • Gentle patterns of wind blown ripples, delicate peninsulas of sand and fast moving sheets of cloud with the unmistakeable Llyn Peninsula and it’s classic peaks.
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  • Thick morning fog envelops the Menai Suspension Bridge (Welsh: Pont Grog y Borth) which is a stone built Victorian suspension bridge between the island of Anglesey and Bangor and mainland of Wales. The 100ft high bridge was designed by Thomas Telford and completed in 1826.
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  • Early morning frost on the banks of the Menai Strait, Anglesey, with the beautiful Menai Suspension Bridge looming in the background, built and completed by Sir Thomas Telford in 1826. The stone circle is monumental rather than real.
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  • The sun lies, there was NO warmth up here, just a severe and bitterly cold wind blowing from the East over the Carneddau. Slices of sunshine simply skimmed right off the snow surface and was lost in the air. The only compromise was the perfectly rounded and deeply satisfying contour of Moel Wnion in the sunlit distance.
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  • I was the last on the hill, and the sun disappeared behind a huge bank of cloud, dulling the light completely. I watched a snowboarder carve his way down the soft snowy hillside away from me, quietly feeling the isolation, when a gentle hint of colour appeared over Snowdon. <br />
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There was a spiritual and mental joy of the situation but also an intense feeling of peace and freedom that many of us deeply crave to keep our sanity.
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  • Yr Wyddfa is Wales' highest mountain. I didn't think I'd see the summit at all today as it continued to hide behind higher cloud,  but the moment I started to descend my own hill Yr Wyddfa decided to completely reveal it's magnificence. Never been happy about buildings for the masses on her peak but in this late evening light it did offer a sense of scale and man's tenacity.
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