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  • So many years driving by this beautful little cottage but this time I just had to stop and take a picture. The gorgeous bright sunshine, the rolling surf behind, the rich, lush grass - everything came together to make it worth photographing for posterity.
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  • Drizzle was blown in with the warm winds off the Atlantic and the Spring beach was devoid of tourists. The gulls however seemed more than happy to have the beach to themselves.
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  • So beautiful & romantic in the warm afternoon sunshine, but a frightening place to be in the depths of winter when huge waves pound over this granite quay. People have lost their lives from this quay.
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  • So beautiful & romantic in the warm afternoon sunshine, but a frightening place to be in the depths of winter when huge waves pound over this granite quay. People have lost their lives from this quay.
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  • Waves at Porth Ceiriad near Abersoch, Llyn Peninsula, North Wales.  West Anglesey at dusk. Gentle waves on a long sandy look soft because of motion blur.
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  • Showery weather forms dramatic skies and reflections at sunset on the wet sand of Porth Tyn Tywyn at Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • The orange glow of the street lights in Rhosneigr light up low cloud in this blue landscape. Bright patches in the rain clouds are reflected in the wet sands of Broad Beach in the foreground.
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  • Simple minimalism of a lone figure jumping waves at Porthcurno in South West Cornwall.
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  • Sunlight on patterns, textures and pools in the sand at Church Bay, North Anglesey
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  • Showery weather forms dramatic skies and reflections at sunset on the wet sand of Porth Tyn Tywyn at Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • Showery weather forms dramatic skies and reflections at sunset on the wet sands of Porth Tyn Tywyn,  Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • An expansive and sunny promenade on the city sea front at Las Palmas in Gran Canaria. Lots of lovely wide seats so sit on whilst enjoying the view of the Atlantic Ocean waves.<br />
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Most of the waves crashed against the sea wall without any drama, but occasionally some would just slap the wall at the right angle and send a surprise salty shower over the unwary!
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  • A tallship passes Crosby Beach into the Irish Sea, after leaving Liverpool on the river Mersey.
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  • A container ship passes Crosby Beach into the Irish Sea, after leaving Liverpool on the river Mersey.  Two sculptures by the artist Sir Antony Mark David Gormley, OBE look on, positined as they are for his landscape artwork, "Another Place"
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  • Gentle waves flow around the rocks at sunset at this rocky point at Porth Tyn Tywyn, Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • From stormy weather, wind waves and surf crash over rocks into a rockpool at sunset at this rocky point at Porth Tyn Tywyn, Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • Warm, glowing evening sunset throws orange light over the rocks at Porth Tyn Tywyn, Rhosneigr, West Anglesey as a calm sea gently laps at the reef.
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  • This is Jan's first set of canvas prints now on show at the Glyn Davies Gallery. This image gives you an approximate idea about what a 40 x 40 cm canvas looks like.
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  • A Hole Boat
  • Nanven Boulders
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  • A last minute race to the far coast to catch the last rays of sunshine after a chore packed day which should have been spent photographing anyway! The sky was blue and featureless, even at dusk, but the intensity of light and shadow on the wet beach, amazingly footprint free, was captivating!
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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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  • A pink sunset near Rhosneigr, West Anglesey. Gentle waves wrap around rocks just off the sandy beach and look soft because of motion blur.
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  • Green Fender
  • Waves at Rhosneigr, West Anglesey at dusk. Gentle waves on a long sandy look soft because of motion blur.
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  • Showery weather forms dramatic skies and reflections at sunset on the wet sands of Porth Tyn Tywyn,  Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • Summer Dreams
  • Gentle waves at sunset at the rocky headland between Porth Tyn Tywyn and Broad Beach, Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • Gentle waves at sunset at the rocky headland between Porth Tyn Tywyn and Broad Beach, Rhosneigr, West Anglesey.
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  • Just before sunset, but in the shadow of the shoreline crags, a powerful repeating surge created an eerie disturbance in what was otherwise a calm sea. Looking out, I could meditate over the tranquillity of the scene, but when I looked down, the water was rising and falling in deep crevices, occasionally rising so high that it covered my boots, but then dropping maybe five feet down slippery slopes into the darkness.
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  • Green Rope
  • Boat Pile
  • A last minute race to the far coast to catch the last rays of sunshine after a chore packed day which should have been spent photographing anyway! The sky was blue and featureless, even at dusk, but the intensity of light and shadow on the wet beach, amazingly footprint free, was captivating!
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  • A couple walking their dog in early summer heat at Crosby Beach, Liverpool.
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  • Sunset and clouds over streams and rivulets flowing down the huge sandy beach at low tide at Traeth Harlech, Tremadog Bay, North Wales
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  • I've been enjoying evenings with my parents lately, when I collect them from their house and we disappear on evening jaunts in my van, usually to the seaside to eat fish & chips and watch the sunset. These evenings have become very important to me as I watch Mum & Dad getting older, and I recognise more than ever that our time is finite, and that people we take for granted (in a nice way) simply won't be there forever. <br />
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As Dad hunted on the shingle beach for wood for his sculptures, my Mum and I were captivated by the simple beauty of light and pattern in the wet sand and sky in front of us. These sorts of landscape pictures are generally too easy to take and very obvious, but this image means more to me than landscape, it was about sharing a vision with my lovely and precious Mum.
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  • Yet, despite all, there was a surreal if melancholy beauty to the place. This once tourism-fronted seaside town, this once also busy quarry town that has seen better days, is topped by ancient standing stones and open windswept moorlands. The often-quiet hilltops offer solitude and spectacular views, Eryri behind, Anglesey and the Irish Sea in front, a sea quilted with colours and shadows from the vast skies above. I’ve stood at the Druid’s Circle, high on the flat peak and I’ve spoken to the stones, literally, for they listen without judgement and they hear you. I see figures in their form, and in the low wet mists when no one else is around, they will move in the vapour. Up here, high above the shadow-nestled town, it is expansive and liberating, bright even in cloud and with wings you could swoop over the darkness of Pen to the sunlit sea beyond, perhaps in Summer actually catching some warm sun rays which catch the huge sandy beach skirting this shadowy habitation.
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  • The fun & wonder of living in a seaside town. St Ives, Cornwall.
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  • Dinas Dinlle is a vast beach beyond Caernarfon in Gwynedd North Wales. It is backed by an ancient hill fort which is gradually being eroded away by each high tide. As the tide retreats it leaves a huge expanse of sand, rocks and pools
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  • As I floated in the calm sea, looking towards the embers of an intense sunset, a fire crackled on the beach behind me. I turned to look, and a romantic couple sat huddled together around the flames, staring into the same sunset. The draw of the water, the draw of flames, there’s something eternally mesmerising about the elements to so many people isn’t there?
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  • I left the comfort of the van and stepped into a gale. The skies were grey and overcast and there were already spots of rain on my jacket. <br />
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The sand whipped off the dunes and stung my face but I was so happy to just be outdoors and have fresh air in my lungs. I arrived at the shore on a rapidly dropping tide and the beach was pristine, no footprints from man or dog, just perfect geometrical shapes created by the force of the tide. <br />
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The breeze rippled the surface of a large pool but the water was was like a luke warm bath, sensuous and comforting. Small jellyfish slowed drifted past me as the pool drained to the Irish Sea. <br />
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As the clouds scudded overhead, small pathes of blue sky made an appearance and illuminated the whole scene for perhaps just a few minutes at a time and the light was iridescent on the sea’s green surface, glittering on the ruffled pool. Within moments I was being pelted by a rain shower and my camera lens became covered in rain and salt spray, creating a most ghostly light on my images.
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  • Hundreds of years of human history can still be clearly seen in this small Yorkshire seaside  village of Robin Hood's Bay - the cobbled narrow streets and old, fishermen's houses now shelter visitors and holiday makers but the memories of past culture and past times is potent and unspoiled.
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  • In a streaming gale Jan and I crossed sand dunes to an almost deserted foam-strewn beach. The waves were heavy and fast and the wind was lifting and hurling foam creatures from the shoreline to the dunes, only avoiding splattering our faces thanks to slipstreaming! The sunlight was broken but when it burst through it was warm and rich, sparkling off the wet sand, backlighting oxygenated suds, waddling their way from the water margin. It was a bitterly cold air-stream sweeping down from the North, and poor Jan looked like a frozen rigid Chilli pepper in her new Paramo coat as I stumbled around on wave-soaked reefs. I was excited by the events in front of me but was ever conscious of my suffering slim companion. The spray was constant and when I looked towards the ancient burial chamber of Barclodiad y Gawres I could see horizontal sheets of spray contrasting with the brooding dark hillside. My lens was covered in spray within seconds and the thickness of salt meant that even specialist lens cloths were not effective at clearing off the saline coating - I accepted that today’s shots would be soft and droplet covered, and actually that no longer worries me these days, as atmosphere always beats detail. I balanced myself on a rock jutting from the pristine sand, ready to shoot the choppy sea but today again, I got caught out by one of those ‘tricksy’ seventh waves, which lifted to knee height which was already 18” above the beach, so this time I did get a boot-full of seawater but also a fun shot in the process - no award winner for sure but a great memory of a moment which had Jan laughing widely, even in her sub zero state :-)We walked on, my boot warming like a winter wetsuit and as I was already wet I resigned myself to further soakings as I haunched just an inch above wet sand to photograph a parade of the foamy suds. Finally we stood atop an isolated black crag in the center of this long sandy beach and we watched larger waves exploding over the offshore s
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  • It's been maybe a year since I last took my Mum & Dad out for a fish & chip evening at the seaside, and I know we all feel we are missing the connection as time flies by and equally is getting shorter. So the other night we made rapid last minute arrangements and a very happy Mum & Dad climbed (almost literally) into my van and off we went. <br />
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The breeze was strong and deceptively cool outside the warm sunlit cab, so with the smell of salt & vinegar pervading the air, and later clothes, we sat and chatted to each other about life & love and family. After washing it down with a nice cup of flask coffee I felt it was daft not to go and check out the lowering sun as it began to set over the impressive wet beach. I left my folks in the comfort of the vehicle and wandered along the huge expanse of flat sand, textile-patterned with watery layers from the retreating tide. <br />
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I am so into my rock climbing these days that I find so much less time to take photos, combined with an increasing awareness that I simply don't want to shoot stuff I've shot so many times before. There was something so sublimely beautiful about the colours, reflections and intensity of light this evening though, that I found myself genuinely enjoying the looking and lining up of simple compositions in the vast emptiness.  I had no tripod for a change and I was able to move fluidly and easily to benefit from the rapidly changing conditions, before all too soon the sun moved behind a huge cloudbank rolling in as it often does, from the Irish Sea. <br />
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I returned to the van happy that I'd taken some pictures for a change, but also aware that I'd missed maybe half an hour of the company of my lovely parents. I'm finding that time is harder than ever to allocate to the things I want to see and do in life, but that maybe small moments of lots of things are more important than long periods of narrow obsession. Actually I don't think there's much choice anymore as the hourglass is more than half empty.
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