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  • On a high narrow pinnacle, hundreds of feet above the sea, backed by even larger towering cliffs behind, appears the tiny, fragile figure of a woman. Even though the wind is gusting, buffeting her, she stands resolutely facing the ocean. She is at the most westerly point of land and without assistance can go no further. She has reached a human boundary; the sea is not our domain. Cries of seagulls echo warnings in the nearby zawn.<br />
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The sharp lichen thriving in the clean sea air covers every inch of the gritty platform on which she stands. She feels it digging into the soles of her feet as she ponders the vast expanse of water before her. Beyond that on the distant horizon, her Avalon, from where dreams have appeared to her in powerful waves.
    Light at Lands End
  • 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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  • Selected Print for the IN:SIGHT (Washington Green) New Artists Competition 2015<br />
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International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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"In the beginning there was just rock - and then water - black lifeless water. There were no plants or birds or trees just a planet in waiting.<br />
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Dark water moves from ocean to gully, almost imperceptibly, and a woman takes tentative steps towards the light”
    Movement Above Inky Depths
  • A short afternoon walk turned into a beautiful evening, on a magical and deserted beach, full of warmth after a cold start
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  • Sunset over beautifully textured and patterned wet sand at low tide on Llanddwyn Beach.<br />
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The gorgeous reflection of the evening sky in the long sand-pool was the main attraction for me
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  • The huge Morfa Dyffryn beach near Barmouth - vast expanse of sand and dunes from Barmouth to Shell Island ner Harlech. One of the best naturist beaches in the the UK let alone Wales.
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  • West coast of Anglesey on forbidden ground, Military Firing area. I reckoned if they were allowed to shoot so was I :-) The light was stunning, I wish the seas were bigger, but the drama was nevertheless beautiful. I rarely shoot these sorts of wide National Trust type vistas but the place was simply so wonderful I couldn't resist.
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  • Dinas Dinlle is a vast beach beyond Caernarfon Airport. As the tide retreats it leaves a huge inviting expanse of sand, to be enjoyed by everyone and everything from walkers to oystercatchers, until the tide once again makes its long journey back towards the cliffs.
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  • Soft clouds gently blowing across a pastel sky and brilliant intense sunshine glittering on the ocean below. Dark, deadly fingers of the Manacles rocks puncture this serenity and mariners need always be aware.
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  • Oh to be a Buzzard right at this moment, with the ability to soar over the mountains and coast and to revel in freedom,.  Having tantalising views of the mountains from where we live is both uplifting and frustrating at the same time. A constant reminder of where we can’t roam. Nevertheless, I think I’d rather take the frustration than not seeing them at all.
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  • After weeks in self isolation and lockdown in South Africa, walks in the Anglesey countryside really were like a walk to freedom. Everything seemed fresh, special, more intense and beautful than ever before. We really do live in a beautful place.
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  • After weeks of lockdown in South Africa, where we were not even allowed to leave the front gate except to get food, it has been a mental overdose of freedom to do something as simple as a little walk around our local town. We are luckier than some, in that at least we have the Menai Strait nearby, and fields to walk through. It’s liberating and uplifting and what I took for granted in the past now seems mesmerisingly beautiful, even when the light wasn’t perfect like today. Freedom is everything, and anyone who thinks prison is easy because they have TV and a pool table, clearly haven’t been self isolating properly, let alone experienced proper lockdown even in their own homes. No matter how big your TV or how many films you have to watch or books you have to read, when you are told you can't leave your from gate your own home becomes a prison and there suddenly becomes a desperate need to get outside! Prison is a mental killer
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  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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Innocence in a dark world where being nude outdoors is seen as sinful. That fact that she was conceived by two naked people; born into the world naked, from her mother’s naked body seemed not to have a bearing on her freedom to enjoy this most natural state. As a young child she would run carefree on the open beach, delighting in not having to wear clothes. She saw other children happily playing naked there, equally without sin - just joyful, smiling and friendly - all enjoying an intimate natural connection to the amazing world that they had been introduced to.<br />
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But as her body developed and her breasts grew, she was expected to cover up. The world now saw immorality in her naked maturity; her nudity became frowned upon; people couldn’t bear to acknowledge her new sexuality or even gaze upon her natural form, fearful of their own sexual confusion and self-control. Her beautiful body must always be covered up, never revealed to others. The incredible and life affirming experience of being naked outdoors had become dirty and immoral – both her body and her real character were now hidden.<br />
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Up here on a hillside however, a bright light appeared, slowly burning through the heavy clouds and she found herself nude. She felt the short grass beneath her feet and gentle sunshine on her back as she stretched her naked body once more, revealing herself completely to the earth, the sky and the elements. She stood on tiptoes, aching to be lifted upwards. She wanted to show the world that she was still alive, still innocent, even in her naked form. There was a discernible aura around this woman and I sensed her natural existence had just been spiritually validated.
    The Revelation
  • "Coming Home" shot just now!<br />
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Having been stranded in South Africa during the worst pandemic in a century, when poverty and related crime become as potentially dangerous as the virus itself, we were finally evacuated back to the UK by a British Government plane. We are so relieved to be back on Welsh soil, and to have the relative freedom to walk out of our front gates, something denied to us for more than three weeks in locked down South Africa.<br />
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We did a lovely walk today to try and regenerate ourselves and it was Heaven. We met several wonderful friends along the way, whom from several meters away, we were able to enjoy chatting with, revelling in human communication with others, again something denied during a total lockdown in South Africa.<br />
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We ended the walk via the Belgian Prom and honestly, Telford’s Bridge has never looked so solid, so magnificent, so secure, so timeless, so beautiful. That bridge has seen wars and diseases and big cultural changes, and it’s outlived us all. It was familiar, it was welcoming, it was reassuring and ‘normal’. Watching the tide roaring between the arches was mesmerising and levelling. We will have lost so many people to this awful, society and world changing disease, but the planet will keep on spinning, the tide will keep on turning and the sun will keep on shining regardless.<br />
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As I worry beyond all worry, about my Jani walking into a dangerous zone in the local hospital on a regular basis, and potentially bringing the danger home as well, I desperately try to remember that we all die eventually anyway, but that ‘life‘ will go on. It’s all a matter of time but I really don’t want anyone I love to go just yet.
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  • International MONO Awards 2014 - Honourable Mention <br />
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No one could see her, and she could see no one. Fog shrouded the open hilltop, soaking the grass and the heather. She relished the feeling of the cool vapour circling her body and she noticed only the gentle light from above.<br />
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Invisible within her elemental cloak of privacy, she felt an overwhelming sense of abandonment, a freedom to be herself. She wanted to dance naked and call into the void. At first she stretched, slowly and tentatively but the energy inside was bursting.<br />
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She extended herself to the limit, her fingertips measuring the breeze. She gracefully twisted her torso clockwise then anticlockwise and then leant backwards as far as she could, enjoying the sensation of her flexing muscles, supportive and strong.<br />
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She gently rose onto tiptoes and in a moment of euphoric liberation, sprang into the air, kicking out her feet and screamed into the weather. She felt more alive than ever.
    Mist Opportunity
  • I have always been fascinated by huge stretches of beach, open to the full force of the ocean and prevailing winds, that sense of escape, the distant horizon, the idea of travel and voyage, and also being at the edge of two worlds, the one we survive on and the one we are simply not designed to be in, the sea! The board-walks that sometimes spring up on these beaches have always intrigued me, that facilitation to freedom, the path to stand on the edge of the unknown. I love the way that winter storms often shift beaches and wash away our puny efforts, but I also like the empathy about the need to be on the edge, which for some can only happen through the use of these devices. The hole which has appeared in these huge timbers speaks about this process.
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  • On an otherwise blue sky day, an unusual solitary cloud appeared above the freedom of the mountains. Shortly the cloud intensified and grew much larger, but thankfully it never rained.
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  • Down in the valley, in an isolated farmhouse, paces a shadowy man. Torn between living a depressing reality, trapped by the expectations of ‘normal’ society, or crossing into another existence with his exciting, passionate wild woman, waiting for him high up on the windswept moors. Will he strip himself of his dark clothes and find true happiness, freedom, and peace with her or will he remain weak & shackled like so many others, unable to find their true destiny?
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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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  • I’ve seen an increasing number of people, understandably reclaiming open beaches on the island. Months & months of lockdowns is destroying peoples minds so they are daring to drive a handful of miles to get to open space, to the beach for a lungful of fresh sea air and safe mental balance.<br />
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For too long this draconian, illogical & bad-science ‘local’ travel ban, has been hurting people. We are not prisoners. Most people I know are intelligent, educated and really care about keeping others safe, but walking on a local beach or hillside will categorically not spread a virus or hurt others. The virus has been spread most rapidly and obviously through the mixing of friends & families in their homes, and also by colleagues in close workplaces, NOT from the beach. <br />
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I fear that the long term effect of such ill-considered local travel bans will have created long term psychological damage for many people in society, especially for those who live for the outdoors & nature, who have chosen to spend their lives in often economically deprived areas for one reason only, to be closer to the great outdoors because they need it for their health and their peace of mind.
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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. I stood for a few minutes, now completely alone, and then the light intensified and the whole landscape was bathed in the most glorious colours. The summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) appeared after two hours of waiting, so I trudged back up through thick snow to the summit of my own little hill and became quite ecstatic about everything that was happening. I was smiling from ear to ear, not even knowing where to look as it was all so beautiful, and then tears started rolling down my cheeks and I began to cry! I believe it was both the 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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  • I’ve been looking at the work of some American photographers from the turn of the 20th century. I absoloutely loved their obsession with shadows, lighting and of course, B&W. It reminded me very much of my earliest work when I started out in the late 70s and then art school in the 80s. . <br />
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So looking at this images I shot recently, I decided to once again enjoy the sheer liberation of monochrome and the freedom of playing with drama of light and shadows
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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. I stood for a few minutes, now completely alone, and then the light intensified and the whole landscape was bathed in the most glorious colours. The summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) appeared after two hours of waiting, so I trudged back up through thick snow to the summit of my own little hill and became quite ecstatic about everything that was happening. I was smiling from ear to ear, not even knowing where to look as it was all so beautiful, and then tears started rolling down my cheeks and I began to cry! I believe it was both the 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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  • I’ve always been impressed by this distinctive dry stone wall that literally divides a mountain in half. It seems overkill for whatever purpose, and is an unmissable mad-made structure over this gorgeous, windswept rounded hillside.
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  • So strange seeing popular places near deserted, and equally so beautiful and calming - no excited shouting, screaming kids, dog-calling, drones, lines of people on a mission to honey pots locations and a deserted lighthouse. I imagined that going back 40 years or more, maybe this was the norm, that you’d only ever see a handful of people the whole walk? The landscape felt different. It felt more wild, more desolate, more natural, more timeless, more spiritual. <br />
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I guess to find this sort of calm solitude; refreshing mental freedom; we’d have to travel much further afield. Anglesey is now a playground for so many, even mid winter, and whilst it’s always beautiful, it’s rare to find solitude. For many they don’t mind, they even seek the comfort of other people being around, but for me I need total solitude - I need to experience places without seeing anyone - it’s the only way I can allow my mind to connect properly with the planet.
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  • Before another traumatic Welsh lockdown, we decided last minute on an afternoon walk up to Penygadair.
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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. I stood for a few minutes, now completely alone, and then the light intensified and the whole landscape was bathed in the most glorious colours. The summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) appeared after two hours of waiting, so I trudged back up through thick snow to the summit of my own little hill and became quite ecstatic about everything that was happening. I was smiling from ear to ear, not even knowing where to look as it was all so beautiful, and then tears started rolling down my cheeks and I began to cry! I believe it was both the 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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  • Just after third lockdown & I was making a short documentary program with a young film-maker. We wandered along the normally busy Llanddwyn beach, with just a handful of liberated locals breathing the fresh air. I was so utterly relieved to have the freedom to be on my local beach without fear of being reprimanded. A breeze roughened the surface of the sea but the most beautiful stretches of mirror-like calm seemed to hold the ripples at bay, amazingly.
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