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  • Cramped streets and a tapestry of clean air inspired, lichen-covered rooftops in the once fishing village, now holiday home resort of Mousehole, (pronounced Mouzel) This village in Mediaeval times was a busier fishing port than either Penzance or Newlyn! Though its a great shame the town has been dominated by tourism, the architecture & character of the place, through it's architecture, remains beautiful, unique and history rich.
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  • Cramped streets and a tapestry of clean air inspired, lichen-covered rooftops in the once fishing village, now holiday home resort of Mousehole, (pronounced Mouzel) This village in Mediaeval times was a busier fishing port than either Penzance or Newlyn! Though its a great shame the town has been dominated by tourism, the architecture & character of the place, through it's architecture, remains beautiful, unique and history rich.
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  • Honourable Mention in 14th (2021) International Colour Awards (Architecture category)<br />
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Shortlisted for British Photography Awards 2019<br />
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Evening sunlight catching the rooftops of the single storey buildings in Playa Blanca
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  • The architecture of this town has a very colonial influence. First mapped by the Portuguese, in 1883 Germany aristocrat Adolf Lüderitz purchased some of the original harbour area and surrounding land and developed the town as a fishing and trading post. In 1909 diamonds were found in nearby Kolmanskop and Lüderitz gained rapid prosperity. Since then however diamonds have mostly been found elsewhere and so the town went into decline. It’s still an incredible place to visit as so little of the town has changed at all since the early twentieth century.
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  • Honourable Mention in 14th (2021) International Colour Awards (Architecture category)<br />
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Shortlisted for British Photography Awards 2019<br />
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Evening sunlight catching the rooftops of the single storey buildings in Playa Blanca
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  • Opened 16 September 1912 the ‘Lime Street Picture House’ was a very upmarket city centre cinema, with a Georgian styled facade & a French Renaissance interior. The grand entrance foyer had a black & white square tiled floor and the walls were of Sicilian marble. It housed a luxurious cafe on the 1st floor and the auditorium was designed to have the effect of a live theatre with an abundance of architectural features, embellished by plaster mouldings. It provided seating for 1029 patrons. The cinema also boasted a full orchestra to accompany the silent films.<br />
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On 14 August 1916, it was renamed  ‘City Picture House’ due to another cinema opening in Clayton Square called ‘Liverpool Picture House’. In October 1920 a new company was formed ‘Futurist (Liverpool) LTD’ to purchase the cinema and the two shops for £167,000.<br />
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The era of silent films ended in 1929 at the Futurist and new ‘Western Electric Talking Equipment’ was installed. By the 1930s cinemas were popping up everywhere which affected The Futurist’s business and resulted in the cinema showing second runs of leading films.
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  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    Yellow Window
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  • I was fascinated by the gentle, minimal arrangement of the buoys below Bangor Pier but the two gulls suddenly coming into view in the morning fog, completed a wonderful oval arrangement.
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  • Beautiful white pigeons finding roosting on numerous protuberances from the ancient harbour wall at Charlestown in North East Cornwall.
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  • Beautiful white pigeons finding roosting on numerous protuberances from the ancient harbour wall at Charlestown in North East Cornwall.
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  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    Orange Trees
  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    The Italian Connection
  • Shutters in Shadows
    The Climber
  • Balcony windows in a narrow street in Tavira, Algarve, Portugal
    Different Views
  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    Shutters in Shadows
  • A woman walks barefoot past Faro Castle, taking a last look at the light before entering the shadows.
    Barefoot Before the Castle - Faro/Po..ugal
  • A row of terraced houses in Duke Street has formed the backdrop to a unique piece of public art reflecting an important part of the city’s history.<br />
Giant photographs which tell the story of Chinese sailors and their families have been installed on the houses which are next door to the Wah Sing Chinese School.<br />
The buildings, next to Iliad’s development East Village at the top of Duke Street have been derelict for many years but the properties have now been given a new lease of life.<br />
The artwork “ Opera for Chinatown” – has been created as part of a year-long project to create a digital archive of oral histories and family photographs of the Chinese community by artists and oral historians John Campbell and Moira Kenny also known as The Sound Agents.
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  • Beautiful old buildings in the unspoilt old town of Ciutadella (once the capital town) of the Balearic island of Menorca. Narrow streets, tall buildings, small windows and many shutters are characteristic features of these streets.
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  • Beautiful old buildings in the unspoilt old town of Ciutadella (once the capital town) of the Balearic island of Menorca. Narrow streets, tall buildings, small windows and many shutters are characteristic features of these streets.
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  • It is hard to get a good angle on both these impressive buildings, especially in the right light, but this evening everything just seemed to fall into place. The warm dead bracken compliments the colours of this beautiful but now disused historic dovecot. With an original wishing well just up a footpath, this place is steeped in history.
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  • After an absolutely superb day of being in the sea, underwater photography, sea photography, harbourside cold beers, Philps Cornish pasties followed by an afternoon in baking sunshine on the beach with a cold G&T, the short amble back to our cottage was in stunningly colourful evening sunlight.
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  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    Window in Circles
  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    Framed in Blue
  • Surprisingly, with the beautiful Telford’s Suspension Bridge carrying dozens of morning commuters’ vehicles every minute, there was a peaceful serenity down here at the water's edge. I stood on the gritty shoreline and watched as the calm water silently rose up my boots towards my ankles, visible, discernible a creeping cleansing of everything in its path. <br />
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Oystercatchers called from a nearby drowning mud flat after being disturbed from their slumber in the warm morning sunshine.  I could hear the sound of the tide as it surged past the huge arches stood steadfast in the Menai Strait. <br />
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Intermittent puffs of smoke rose from the old waterside cottage, its timber panels faintly creaking as they warmed.  No one appeared at the windows and no one could be seen walking the bridge and even the dog walkers of the Belgian Prom seemed absent. There was a sense of tranquillity in this normally busy spot.
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  • It was only a matter of time before the fighting started. “It’s only a small island” I heard them squawk, “there’s no room for any more on here!” <br />
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What they failed to recognise is that no matter how much they jostled and fought over their little patch of land, the sea level was rising regardless.<br />
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As they all stood there knee-deep in water, it suddenly dawned on them that there were bigger forces at work, and that squabbling was nowhere near as important as finding alternative ways of dealing with an unavoidable reality.
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  • Warm Light on Cream Walls, Lanzarote
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  • An old tallship in Liverpool’s Albert Dock, contrasts strikingly against the huge modern developements behind
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  • Large security gates at the back of the Cream Nation Nightclub, Wolstenholme Square, Liverpool city centre.
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  • Radio City Tower (also known as St. John's Beacon) is a radio and observation tower in Liverpool, England, built in 1969 and opened by Queen Elizabeth II. It was designed by James A. Roberts Associates in Birmingham. It is 138 metres (452 ft) tall, and is the second tallest free-standing building in Liverpool and the 32nd tallest in the United Kingdom. When considering the height of the building, however, it has a 10m long antenna on the roof, making it the highest structure in Liverpool.<br />
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Near the top of the tower was a revolving restaurant, the facade and floor of the restaurant revolving as one unit, while the roof of the restaurant was used as an observation platform for visitors. There are 558 stairs up to the top, and two lift shafts which reach the top in 30 seconds.
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  • Beautiful old buildings in the unspoilt old town of Ciutadella (once the capital town) of the Balearic island of Menorca. Narrow streets, tall buildings, small windows and many shutters are characteristic features of these streets.
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  • A hang glider flies past overhead, below vapour trails across a blue sky. A white chimney, characteristic of this part of the Algarve points skywards.
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  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    No. 33
  • Shadows from street lights fall across a green corrugated roof of the Cream Nation Nightclub, Wolstenholme Square, Liverpool city centre.
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  • It looks like the bow of the Titanic and a bird reaches out her wings and flies high above the sea ahead of the huge, magnificent vessel beneath.
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  • Beautiful old buildings in the unspoilt old town of Ciutadella (once the capital town) of the Balearic island of Menorca. Narrow streets, tall buildings, small windows and many shutters are characteristic features of these streets.
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  • Hand held shot of the moon over the medieval city of Mdina in Malta - ‘The Silent City’<br />
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There is so much history here over thousands of years; so heavily influenced by money, power, opposing cultures and religion; attacks, sieges and massacres. Today however, in its current form, it stands as a romantic and beautiful city, a testament to surviving such a rich and dangerous history.
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  • Just an hour or so to Sennen I boasted, as we left Plymouth that morning, but snailing queues of traffic forced a half way lunch-stop at the 18th Century port of Charlestown on the East coast. Originally constructed to export copper and china clay (from the massive quarries in nearby St Austell), by the 19th century Charlestown saw other businesses flourishing in the dock, such as shipbuilding, brick making and Pilchard curing...Today of course, as with the rest of Cornwall the main industry is tourism, but it still looks and feels like an old port. This is enhanced mostly by several tall ships moored in the dock, such as "Earl of Pembroke" "Phoenix" and "Kaskelot" (which I photographed at Dournenez '88 for Yachting World magazine).
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  • I have to be honest, I normally steer well clear of Trearddur, normally populated by hundreds of beachgoers, jet-skis, power boats, 4x4s on the sand, boat trailers and sailing dinghies. The small bay is surrounded on all sides by a hotchpotch of architecture, some interesting, some ghastly, but either way is not a place of peace, tranquility and natural landscape that I normally seek for my imagery.<br />
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However, during this lockdown I was able to witness a little bit of history, for even on this beautiful blue-sky day there were only a dozen people on the whole beach, and most kept close to the promenade. For the short period of time I was there, looking to create new images for a loyal customer, I had a small sense of how lovely the bay itself actually is, without the crowds. Long foamy pulses of Irish Sea waves pushed themselves up the broad sandy shore, licking their way around the stumps of petrified forest that I'd never seen before and never knew existed.<br />
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In the distance a dog walker wandered into the burning light and the call of oystercatchers could be heard over the sound of the waves. The virgin sand was mostly unspoiled by footprints and if it were not for the urban skyline I could have imagined myself on an ancient beach, nothing more than a stretch of coastline where the beautiful predictability of high & low tide were all that mattered in the world.
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  • Winning entry in the 2019 (31st) SUN Shot up North Awards<br />
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Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Architecture category)
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  • I have to be honest, I normally steer well clear of Trearddur, normally populated by hundreds of beachgoers, jet-skis, power boats, 4x4s on the sand, boat trailers and sailing dinghies. The small bay is surrounded on all sides by a hotchpotch of architecture, some interesting, some ghastly, but either way is not a place of peace, tranquility and natural landscape that I normally seek for my imagery.  <br />
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However, during this lockdown I was able to witness a little bit of history, for even on this beautiful blue-sky day there were only a dozen people on the whole beach, and most kept close to the promenade. For the short period of time I was there, looking to create new images for a loyal customer, I had a small sense of how lovely the bay itself actually is, without the crowds. Long foamy pulses of Irish Sea waves pushed themselves up the broad sandy shore, licking their way around the stumps of petrified forest that I'd never seen before and never knew existed.<br />
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 In the distance a dog walker wandered into the burning light and the call of oystercatchers could be heard over the sound of the waves. The virgin sand was mostly unspoiled by footprints and if it were not for the urban skyline I could have imagined myself on an ancient beach, nothing more than a stretch of coastline where the beautiful predictability of high & low tide were all that mattered in the world.
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  • Honourable Mention in 14th (2021) International Colour Awards (Architecture category)<br />
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Winning entry in the 2019 (31st) SUN Shot up North Awards<br />
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In the middle of nowhere in a vast and inhospitable landscape, we came across an elderly looking man removing large stones from the dirt road. It was certain death in that climate but about a mile further on, we came across this mobile shelter, a workman’s refuge. <br />
It was surreal, almost incongruous in this desert environment. We could only assume that at some point later in the day, a work bus would come and free this man from this vast workplace.
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  • Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Architecture category) <br />
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Now disused by the #RNLI the old Lizard Lifeboat House still stands, now houses the gear of the Lizard fishermen. It is gradually looking more dilapidated each time I visit but it will always stand as a reminder to me, at Britain’s most Southerly point, of a place from which the bravest men risked their lives to save the lives of hundreds and hundreds of floundering souls at this notorious peninsula. <br />
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To me, the red is not just the gunwale of a boat, but blood, an artery - a lifeline for the sailors against the darkness of their situation.
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  • Trearddur Bay is growing on me, each timer I visit. I still struggle with the mish mash of sometimes ugly architecture dotting every patch of land, but the light, the petrified forest, the open space of the beach, the reliable surf - there are somethings that transcend the temporary human urbanity.
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  • Honourable Mention in 14th (2021) International Colour Awards (Architecture category)<br />
<br />
Winning entry in the 2019 (31st) SUN Shot up North Awards<br />
<br />
In the middle of nowhere in a vast and inhospitable landscape, we came across an elderly looking man removing large stones from the dirt road. It was certain death in that climate but about a mile further on, we came across this mobile shelter, a workman’s refuge. <br />
It was surreal, almost incongruous in this desert environment. We could only assume that at some point later in the day, a work bus would come and free this man from this vast workplace.
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  • Winner - Honourable Mention in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Architecture category)<br />
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Multiple bay windows in the main street of Valletta, Malta.
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  • International Color Awards 2016 - Nominee in "Architecture" category
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  • I have to be honest, I normally steer well clear of Trearddur, normally populated by hundreds of beachgoers, jet-skis, power boats, 4x4s on the sand, boat trailers and sailing dinghies. The small bay is surrounded on all sides by a hotchpotch of architecture, some interesting, some ghastly, but either way is not a place of peace, tranquility and natural landscape that I normally seek for my imagery.<br />
.<br />
However, during this lockdown I was able to witness a little bit of history, for even on this beautiful blue-sky day there were only a dozen people on the whole beach, and most kept close to the promenade. For the short period of time I was there, looking to create new images for a loyal customer, I had a small sense of how lovely the bay itself actually is, without the crowds. Long foamy pulses of Irish Sea waves pushed themselves up the broad sandy shore, licking their way around the stumps of petrified forest that I'd never seen before and never knew existed.<br />
.<br />
In the distance a dog walker wandered into the burning light and the call of oystercatchers could be heard over the sound of the waves. The virgin sand was mostly unspoiled by footprints and if it were not for the urban skyline I could have imagined myself on an ancient beach, nothing more than a stretch of coastline where the beautiful predictability of high & low tide were all that mattered in the world.
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  • Landerne Pier, (named after the twinned Brittany town of Landerneau ) just to the North of Doc Fictoria in Caernarfon was completed in 1993. It's frequented by anglers and occasionally is used by boats as a temporary tie up, waiting for the dock to open.<br />
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In busy lives, it's strange that places or people that have been so much a part of our existence, become history quite quickly. Wandering along the Caernarfon waterfront, steeped in architectural & cultural heritage, my own history & memory of this place suddenly seemed so familiar
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  • Landerne Pier, (named after the twinned Brittany town of Landerneau ) just to the North of Doc Fictoria in Caernarfon was completed in 1993. It's frequented by anglers and occasionally is used by boats as a temporary tie up, waiting for the dock to open.<br />
<br />
In busy lives, it's strange that places or people that have been so much a part of our existence, become history quite quickly. Wandering along the Caernarfon waterfront, steeped in architectural & cultural heritage, my own history & memory of this place suddenly seemed so familiar
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  • In busy lives, it's strange that places or people that have been so much a part of our existence, become history quite quickly. Wandering along the Caernarfon waterfront, steeped in architectural & cultural heritage, my own history & memory of this place suddenly seemed so familiar
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  • These ancient cobbles seem to have existed for hundreds of years at this North Yorkshire fishing village, and can be seen in all the old postcards and vintage photographs of the area. It was strange to see this historical architectural construction being pummelled by the North Sea, and to imagine how many people in times gone by had stood and watched the sea perform its powers of erosion
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  • The oldest part of the city of Albuquerque in New Mexico, founded here in 1706 by Spanish colonists. Lots of low, single story ‘adobe’ buildings create a very strong architectural character to the place. <br />
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The only thing that disappointed me was that almost every building is now a gift shop, and very touristy indeed. It’s hard to imagine what it was like in the old days with all that modern gifty stuff!
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