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  • Amazingly, even with no snow on the ground and 1º temperatures, thick clumps of ice clung to a stream side just 100ft from the warm sea. It was most bizarre but fascinating..Available in four sizes from 3 x A1 Editions, 5 x A2 Editions and unlimted A3 and A4 prints.
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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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  • Snow & ice cover the ridges of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) Wales' highest peak.
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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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  • On top of a bare exposed mountain top, frozen solid with ice, sat this surreal ring of frozen grass, quite different from any other mountain vegetation. It totally surprised me, so perfect, so geomteric, so incongrous !
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  • Flooded sand dunes seems like an unlikely possibility, but it was real! Not only that but the surface was partly frozen creating fascinating fractals across the surface.
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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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  • 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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  • Not far from the summit of a frozen Moel Eilio in Snowdonia, say a frozen pool in grass, which had a striking resemblance to a delicate Anglesey. All sorts of metaphors in this.
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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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  • Icicles forming out of cracks in snowy mountain rock in winter at Mynydd Sygyn, Beddgelert, Snowdonia, North Wales.
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  • Snow formations on the summit of Arenig Fawr in low winter sunlight.
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  • Wind-blown snow formations on an isolated post near the summit of Arening Fawr, Snowdonia
    The Snow Post
  • Rime Frost on a long fence crossing the ridge of Arenig Fawr
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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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  • I love the way the virgin snow of the drift seems to funnel upwards like an ice cream cone before exploding outwards across the sky in a 180º spread. <br />
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It was an icy cold but beautiful day in the snowy mountains of the lower Carneddau. The walk which we planned to finish in 5 hours, had to be shortened drastically as thick snowdrifts made progress unbelievably slow. We cut out two peaks and walked just below the summits to save time but we still ended up on dangerous unconsolidated snow, hiding treacherous ankle-snapping drops into streams below. We finally arrived in near darkness at the Aber valley far below, in pain and having learned lessons for sure.
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  • Surreal, freaky, rapidly billowing and convecting fog in the void between Mynydd Mawr and the Nantlee Ridge. Ice and frozt covered wind exposed edges.
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  • Iwas just fascinated by the hard, angular patterns of wall and shadow in this old industrial construction, and the softness of the scoop of cloud overhead. On such a warm day it made me smile.
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  • Even as little kids, we would walk the two miles or so from our home on Penmere Hill to this spectacular and popular rocky point of Pendennis Head, just below the famous Henry Eighth Castle. Just below the car park where the ice cream vans prey, there are steep rocks which lead down to very deep gullies. At low tide some of the biggest are exposed and you can look down into deep bottomless chasms of seawater where you can often see huge fish below you. The swell could suddenly raise the water level to swamp your feet and although it used to scare us as kids, it was totally compelling!
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  • Crib Goch (Red comb) under a blue sky.  This is the most precipitous and narrow ridge walk on Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) - 1,085 m (3,560 ft), the highest mountain in Wales, and Snowdon is 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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  • Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Nude category) <br />
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“It was dusk and a gentle mist hung in the valleys, illuminated only by the last glimmer of Autumnal daylight. There was delicate moisture in the air and a slight dampness on the short grass surrounding the rock. Rich, earthy smells surrounded me, from the bracken and ancient woodland adjacent to the outcrop. Above the sound of a gurgling brook I could hear a thrush singing somewhere in the distance. Apart from that there was relative silence; no cars, no planes, no groups of chatty ‘ramblers on a mission’, just me in what felt like a lost valley. I was alone and had found perfect solitude. <br />
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I enjoyed the feeling of the cool, almost prickly, sheep-mown grass on the soles of my feet, but the rock was warm having basked during a day of unbroken sunshine under clear blue skies.  Although the rocky outcrop looked smooth from a distance it was rough beneath my skin, making my body feel vulnerable to its sharp surface. I enjoyed the sensation nevertheless, feeling utterly and intimately connected to ‘my’ rock, a rock carved by glaciers millions of years ago, scratched and smoothed by the weight of ice, but today it was just me, an insignificant speck on the planet. Yet the planet means everything to me; I feel it, see it, and hear it. It provides for me, nourishes me and I am a part of it nevertheless. <br />
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As the melody of the Song Thrush drifted away, I lay relaxed, supine, as much of my skin surface in contact with the rock as I could manage, facing the darkening universe above. The rock supported me, it seemed as if the Earth itself was carrying me, a fragile, perishable organic figure, exposed to the air and the elements but wonderfully connected to the land"
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  • It was mid-winter and I found myself wandering in dark, ancient mountains. Amongst ice-cold waterfalls, with snow clinging to patches of nearby riverbank knelt a woman hunting for fish. However when I studied her more closely, I noticed that she was actually looking at her own reflection in the water, gently tracing the outlines of her face with her fingertips on the mirrored surface.<br />
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So delicate, tiny and primitive looking in her surroundings, but through the simple act of recognising one’s self, one’s existence, she was utterly connected to her hostile environment.
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  • Almost cream-like, wonderful tongues of foamy ocean lick the ice-cream wafer sand
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  • Second snows on the Welsh hills, and a dusted icing across the rounded summit of Moel Eilo, as seem from Anglesey.
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  • Second snows on the Welsh hills, and a dusted icing across the rounded summit of Moel Eilo, as seem from Anglesey.
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  • Second snows on the Welsh hills, and a dusted icing across the rounded lower peaks of the Nantlle area - as seen from Anglesey.
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