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  • Rough seas from stormy weather crash against the cliffs at the headland of Porth Trecastell (Cable Bay) West Anglesey, Wales. Sea Pink (Thrift) blows amongst thr rocky cliff top as surf crashes into the cove below.
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  • Rough surf from the Irish Sea in stormy weather forces it's way into the narrow cove of Porth Trecastell (Cable Bay) West Anglesey, Wales. On the windswept headland, Sea Pink (Thrift) blows amongst long grass covering the burial mound of Barclodiad Y Gawres,
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  • Rough seas from stormy weather crash against the craggy cliffs at the headland of Porth Trecastell (Cable Bay) West Anglesey, Wales.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the reef just 1 mile West of Land's End, the most South Westerly point of Cornwall and indeed the British Isles. This large and treacherous Longships reef is marked by the 35meter high "Longships Lighthouse" (1795) who's light reaches 15 nautical miles.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the reef just 1 mile West of Land's End, the most South Westerly point of Cornwall and indeed the British Isles. This large and treacherous Longships reef is marked by the 35meter high "Longships Lighthouse" (1795) who's light reaches 15 nautical miles.
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  • Christmas Day 2011 - instead of pigging out on Christmas dinners and excesses of booze, I did a two hour cliff walk on North Anglesey, and battled with massive buffeting gusts of wind blowing off the Irish Sea, and sea spray sweeping over the headlands. I found a partly sheltered cove in which to eat cheese sarnies and a mince pie, washed down with hot coffee. Amazingly the rain held off for the whole walk which was fortunate but I also saw some of the only glimpses of sunshine in North Wales that day, which backlit the huge seas crashing against the Anglesey cliffs.
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  • Powerful storm waves crash over Sennen breakwater at sunset, with the RNLI slipway in the foreground, South West Cornwall
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  • On the surface, a vast playtime beach, powerful surf, acres of space, stunning surrounding countryside and an area monitored by the Marine Conservation Society. Yet just around the coast to the left is the huge port of Milford Haven, oil tankers sit at anchor awaiting passage into the port. The beach is littered with oil, huge dollops of the treacle black mess at almost every 2-3 ft of the beach. Two gannets maybe 100 yards apart lie dead amongst oily pebbles. The MCS poster advises not to be concerned about individual dead sea-birds, and only to report large numbers if found, but there was something unsettling about finding two dead gannets so close to each other on this stunningly beautiful yet oil spattered shoreline. Was I just unlucky that day ?
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  • Powerful storm surf at sunset in winter gales coming from the Irish Sea at Porth Tyn Tywyn near Rhosneigr on the West Coast of Anglesey.
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  • A Monday evening. I'd gone out to catch some surf but it was seriously blown out in some very heavy gales and was just mush, so I took some shots instead :-) The very low evening sunlight was blitzing the coast with an amazing intensity, as powerful in it's own way as the pounding waves. Where the waves were smashing over this set of rocks the plumes of spray were being backlit turning them a rich orange/gold. However, as you can see from the foreground I was basically IN the sea, with no tripod so for the first time in my memory, I have deliberately cropped the original a little to show just the bits I wanted. Theoretically it would have been easier for me to change lens but the sea spray was so intense that I didn't fancy a £5K sensor covered in salt water - so there you go, probably my first ever forced crop! :-((((
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  • Christmas Day 2011 - instead of pigging out on Christmas dinners and excesses of booze, I did a two hour cliff walk on North Anglesey, and battled with massive buffeting gusts of wind blowing off the Irish Sea, and sea spray sweeping over the headlands. I found a partly sheltered cove in which to eat cheese sarnies and a mince pie, washed down with hot coffee. Amazingly the rain held off for the whole walk which was fortunate but I also saw some of the only glimpses of sunshine in North Wales that day, which backlit the huge seas crashing against the Anglesey cliffs.
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  • A large sea with a long range swell slammed the seafront at Trearddur Bay at the end of November. Cars parked in the car park were literally covered in wave after huge wave - and pebbles! I shot from within the van for there was also torrential rain and swirling sea spray everywhere. These were some of the biggest wave crashes I'd personally witnessed here at Trearddur, though I'm sure there must be loads more occasions like this.
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  • On the surface, a vast playtime beach, powerful surf, acres of space, stunning surrounding countryside and an area monitored by the Marine Conservation Society. Yet just around the coast to the left is the huge port of Milford Haven, oil tankers sit at anchor awaiting passage into the port. The beach is littered with oil, huge dollops of the treacle black mess at almost every 2-3 ft of the beach. Two gannets maybe 100 yards apart lie dead amongst oily pebbles. The MCS poster advises not to be concerned about individual dead sea-birds, and only to report large numbers if found, but there was something unsettling about finding two dead gannets so close to each other on this stunningly beautiful yet oil spattered shoreline. Was I just unlucky that day ?
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  • Nominated in 2022 International Colour Awards<br />
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Such beauty in such turmoil; drifting curtains of heavy showers backlit by the most wonderful Autumnal sunset. Spray-covered faces; salt-crusted skin, and sea-coasted glass all made for a vivid experience of nature in full flow.
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  • South Stack lighthouse on Holy Island, Anglesey, in morning light with sunshine and fluffy white clouds and a calm sea.
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  • I’ve wanted to go to this vast, deserted coastline since I was a child. In my late teens I saw a picture in National Geographic of a lion prowling along a sandy beach, with a shipwreck in the background and it just stuck within me, always vivid. <br />
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Of course those moments caught on film, are often rare and once in a lifetime, so it was perhaps no surprise that on my first visit to the incredible and weather-dramatic Skeleton Coast in January, I didn’t see my lion! However, the sheer scale of the coastline, the dense fogs that roll in from above the cold upwellings in the Atlantic Ocean, sometimes reducing visibility to a few feet, was awe-inspiring. Couple this with the numerous shipwrecks that strew this coastline and it really is surreal as well as exciting. Several of the major wrecks are within restricted diamond mining zones but a few are accessible to the visitor, such as this one here. I had to go early morning as crowds normal build up later in the day. <br />
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This ship has become a permanent roost for hundreds of cormorants and seabirds.
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  • Big Irish Sea storm waves slam against the limestone cliffs of Rhoscolyn Head, North West Anglesey
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  • Scillonian ferry in Penzance dry dock during a storm lashed night.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the imposing, rugged once tin mining cliffs at Pendeen, West Penwith, Cornwall. The last mine closed years ago, but numerous engine houses and chimneys mark the site of this once booming Cornish industry providing high grade tin.
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  • On the surface, a vast playtime beach, powerful surf, acres of space, stunning surrounding countryside and an area monitored by the Marine Conservation Society. Yet just around the coast to the left is the huge port of Milford Haven, oil tankers sit at anchor awaiting passage into the port. The beach is littered with oil, huge dollops of the treacle black mess at almost every 2-3 ft of the beach. Two gannets maybe 100 yards apart lie dead amongst oily pebbles. The MCS poster advises not to be concerned about individual dead sea-birds, and only to report large numbers if found, but there was something unsettling about finding two dead gannets so close to each other on this stunningly beautiful yet oil spattered shoreline. Was I just unlucky that day ?
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  • Spring sunset behind gale-blown seas at Rhosneigr on Anglesey's West coast.  Despite the stormy weather, it was so good to feel that Summer was on it's way.
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  • 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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  • I found the huge sweep of the bay, the plunging cliffs and the vast expanse of sky an awesome vista to behold. The knowledge that workers had carried on a very dangerous occupation in such a precipitous environment, often in awful weather conditions, was daunting to even consider. At the same time, perhaps, like the shepherds who walk stormy mountains or fishermen in rough seas, they also found something very elemental and humbling to be gained from working in these environments, something which goes beyond simple romance.
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  • SUN (Shot Up North) Awards 2015<br />
1 of my 4 winning entries <br />
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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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"Alone on a mountain top, surrounded by swirling cloud and the threat of heavy rain, a healthy young woman, soft and curvaceous, cowers from the elements in a rough, sharp, rocky outcrop. She is vulnerable, tiny and organic, but she also looks strong, inquisitive, almost daring - what if she were to face the weather, to leave her scant shelter? To stand naked on a wind blown summit, wrapped in vapour and then rain, is liberating in the extreme - a time to feel utterly exposed yet totally connected at the same moment, never feeling more at one with the great outdoors" 
    The Fear
  • "I couldn’t work out what was happening. I wasn’t sure whether she had been injured; was being rescued; had died or was being sacrificed! Whatever their purpose, his task was formidable carrying a seemingly lifeless figure up a steep mountain of sharp, rough rock, the sun blazing on his back and every boulder an energy-sapping obstacle to his final goal. It has always intrigued me, that as we go about our own daily lives, often worrying about one thing or another, that other people face their own huge challenges both emotional and physical, that often go unrecognised or appreciated by the rest of society. I just happened to be there at the time to witness this journey of the couple and I just hope the woman was okay. I shouted up to ask if they wanted help but he was oblivious to my call and seemed full of personal intent anyway"
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  • After what seems like weeks of continuous gales and rough seas, this morning was sheer calm and gentle sunshine. Even underwater had clarity. I slowly and gently swam out into the Strait and just floated there absorbing the glorious morning sunrise. I've devised a new system for towing my big camera and it's success made me so happy today, as it allowed me to properly swim without having to hold the camera in my hand all the time.
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  • After what seems like weeks of continuous gales and rough seas, this morning was sheer calm and gentle sunshine. Even underwater had clarity. I slowly and gently swam out into the Strait and just floated there absorbing the glorious morning sunrise. I've devised a new system for towing my big camera and it's success made me so happy today, as it allowed me to properly swim without having to hold the camera in my hand all the time.
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  • This may not be the most dramatic of Welsh coasts on South West Anglesey, but the jagged reefs and Westerly waves provide endless variation nevertheless. It still surprises me just how rough the rocks are, after millenia of erosion from the sea
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  • The rocks upon which the Skerries Lighthouse stands are at the end of a low tract of submerged land North-East of Holyhead which lies directly in the path of many of the major shipping lines from Liverpool and Ireland. The lighthouse gives a guide to passing shipping and a warning of the dangerous rocks.; The light was first kindled on 4th November 1717. The original coal-burning grate which surmounted the tower was replaced in 1804 by an oil lamp; and was subsequently converted to electric operation in 1927. The lighthouse was converted to automatic operation and demanned in 1987
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  • In seas with diminishing fish stocks, these small Azorzian boats still probably find more than most, stuck in the mid Atlantic, but today, with the seas rough and bad weather moving in, the whole town had gone quiet and no fishermen were to be seen.
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  • 50+ mph winds pummeling Anglesey's West coast this afternoon, with a gradual easing towards dusk. Though the sun set behind a long bank of cloud, the most beautful, pastel-like colours washed over the view, punctured by sea foam catching the last rays of illumination from the sunset.
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  • Wave jumping in big waves at Rhosneigr, April 2022
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  • The sunlight was intense, an all encompassing blanket of dry heat, but here in the bushes a gentle breeze rustled the foliage of wispy trees, creating a coolness in the shade. I was warned about this place, and that I needed to tread carefully to avoid all manner of crawling insects and venomous creatures that thrive in this secluded habitat. Every leaf and even the dead twigs on the ground could all be a hiding place for them.<br />
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So as I beat my way along the overgrown path I was taken-aback by what I stumbled across, lying curled up in a patch of sunlight, pale, delicate skin pressed close against the rough ground and sharp leaf litter. There was no obvious movement, just a slight flex of the muscles upon feeling the vibration of my footsteps. I didn’t know how to proceed as I certainly didn’t want to create any disturbance, and I had no idea what the response would be if woken, so I decided to back-track and find a new way around. I became acutely aware that I really did need to watch every step I took in this African scrubland, as you never know what surprises are at each turn. <br />
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From Glyn Davies’s ongoing book and exhibition project Landscape Figures
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  • Once the refuge for renegade tribes, this harsh, jagged-rock landscape is now a place of peace and isolation. The fierce winds whistle and howl their way around the towers of this natural stone fortress, but apart from the occasional call of the Raven, or the drifting chat of the occasional hill walker, this place is more remote than ever, perhaps a days walk from the nearest habitation.<br />
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With the wind blowing her hair, and deliberate careful footsteps, she softly, silently padded up the rough rock pinnacle, as a lioness would, to survey her territory from the highest point in the area. History flooded around her.
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  • As the days draw shorter, and a coolness inhabits the shadows, the woman relishes moments when she can step into increasingly-rare pulses of late Autumn sunshine. She feels the cold, rough sharpness of her rocky perch and the sapping of heat from her back, but on her front she welcomes the contrasting warmth of the weak sunshine. It’s going to be a long winter, but she has revelled in a rich summer and knows she will survive the darkness.
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  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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After a two hour slog up from sea-level valley to mountain top, loaded with photo gear & warm clothing, we were made to feel humble by a young woman climbing nude to the summit itself. Her pale soft skin contrasted with the sharp, rough rock but with such purpose, grace and balance, as if a slow motion dance, we could see her muscles working as she pulled, stepped into and lay-backed the arete before standing tall at the highest point to feel the cool mountain-top breeze caressing her hot skin. Below her, we huddled up and drank coffee and ate sandwiches.
    The Arete
  • It was still winter, the rock was icy cold and the bitter rough surface of the curved rock, normally a sun-bed in summer, was freezing her skin. Yet, in the windless air, those afternoon rays of sunshine gave her some relief. She relished the pleasure and the pain and stretched out abandoned to the sensations. Her skin was tight, but textured to touch, thousands of goosebumps working hard to keep her warm.<br />
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I’d never seen anything so incredible, not just the amazing landscape but that it cradled such a gorgeous woman. I walked over to her, took hold of her hand and whispered, “You’re beautiful!" She turned towards me, smiled and we kissed, warmth burning between us in the rocky wilderness that we had found ourselves in.
    Heat On An Icy Rock
  • After a two hour slog up from sea-level valley to mountain top, loaded with photo gear & warm clothing, we were made to feel humble by a young woman climbing to the summit itself. Her pale soft skin contrasted with the sharp, rough rock but with such purpose, grace and balance, as if a slow motion dance, we could see her muscles working as she pulled, stepped into and lay-backed the arete before standing tall at the highest point to feel the cool mountain-top breeze caressing her hot skin. Below, we huddled up and drank coffee and ate sandwiches.
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  • Just the most amazing weather and light over the Irish Sea this evening. I'd just been swimmig, well dipping in the surf and although less rough than last night, the rip and power in the waves was still powerful nevertheless. I'd entered the sea in bright sunshine but sheets of rain, and finally hail, pounded me after I got out.
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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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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site<br />
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At dusk, the last shreds of evening sun illuminated a low wall desperately trying to hold back a mountain-sized flood of waste slate. It seemed curiously futile but in the beautiful light I also saw how the rough structure has done it's job for decades, against all odds
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  • A post swim stroll along a misty Ty'n Tywyn beach, watching nature doing its thing as the sun rose in the sky and slowly warmed the icy air. In the background is Barclodiad y Gawres a Neolithic Burial Chamber. I find it so strange to watch life happening now when roughly 5000 years ago Nee Stone Age people would have also seen the same sunrises and heard the same sea & sounds of nature.
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