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  • One of a series of images from my project on doors and windows of the world.
    Shutters in Shadows
  • The wonderful sunlight of the morning was gradually disappearing - once scudding cloud shadows now dark sheets across the landscape - the cold winds now seemed bitter. As the weather front moved closer, last beams of direct sunlight illuminated isolated hills and peaks created a theatrically sculpted topography. Moel Cynghorion feels the last warmth as Tryfan stands imposing in the backgrpound shadows.
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  • Lockdown Day 6 - South Africa<br />
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When you are in such close confines every day you do start to see things that perhaps you need to see? This tree and plant against a wall became a desert landscape with sand dunes and cool shade. I simply loved the single, round headed plant and it’s shadow companion but equally I live all the shadows, shadows that wouldn’t even have existed if it were not for that wall. Don’t ask me ‘why’ the wall has a graduated sunset appearance, but it did! .<br />
No news again today about any rescue flight, it’s Grounded Hog Day every day - but we have heard the lockdown in South Africa is about to be increased 😞
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  • Long shadows cast by a fence coated wind driven rime frost formations on Arening Fawr, Snowdonia.
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  • Shadows of a couple in a swimming pool.
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  • The views from Yr Eifl are spectacular at most times, but today was particularly dramatic and spacious. The huge fluffy clouds were racing up the coast over the tiny-looking villages of Trefor and Clynnog Fawr, and the morning sunshine cast distinct shadows down across a green-grey sea. They towered high above the land and dwarfed even the mountains. From my elevation, it gave an impression of flying, that ability to look down on the world below as if it were a map. When staying in Y Nant, surrounded on three sides by mountains, nestled amongst dark trees, the contrast between the escape of this nearby hilltop and the seclusion of the village was even more striking.
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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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  • Intense sunshine and dramatic clouds and shadows over Bardsey Sound, the last stretch of treacherous water before the Pilgrims would have reached their destination, the remote but beautifully stark island of Ynys Enlli (Bardsey Island) at the most Westerly tip of the Llyn Peninsula, North Wales
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  • Shadows from street lights fall across a green corrugated roof of the Cream Nation Nightclub, Wolstenholme Square, Liverpool city centre.
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  • Silent Alleys, Mdina, Malta
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  • A delicate light over a warm and sunny Beaumaris. One of those afternoons where you really didn't need to get back home.
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  • Afternoon winter sunlight floods between tall trees onto Llanfairfechan beach. The same beautful light bathes the Snowdonia foothills that help form this distinctive coastline.
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  • Shot from the mountains of Tre’r Ceiri, higher than the low scudding clouds, sunlight and shadows created a thousand paintings upon the vast stretch of the Irish Sea. <br />
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From here, over 2000 years ago, tribes who inhabited the Iron Age settlement behind me will have see such similar views. I have no idea what they will have seen ‘in’ those views, or whether the magical beauty I see was more ominous to them. Sitting in the warm sunlight on the summit of Garn Canol however, I’d like to think that they also saw the amazing beauty in nature’s elements.
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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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  • Winning entry in the 2019 (31st) SUN Shot up North Awards<br />
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International Color Awards 2015 - Nominee in "Abstract" category<br />
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Pixellated Woman Playing is the shadow of a nude woman catching a large ring
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  • The summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) Wales' highest mountain, as seen from a lower peak of Yr Aran, above the huge bowl of the corrie of Cwm Llan.
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  • A sudden and MASSIVE squall passed over the small ex fishing cove of Moelfre but clear brilliant low sunshine continued throughout. It was like an enormous explosion rising into the sky.
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Shot from the side of a Welsh mountain, the sunbursts illuminating an otherwise shadowy Irish Sea was far more vivid and spectacular than from sea level.
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  • Fairbourne Railway Bridge over the Mawddach Estuary at Barmouth, mid Wales, in Spring sunlight
    Rail In Barmouth
  • Looking towards the Carneddau range of mountains (over 3000ft) in Snowdonia, Wales. There was a dramatic light from low afternoon winter sunlight illuminating the mountainsides under gentle clouds above. The steep cliffs drop down to the highly glaciated Nant Ffrancon pass below. The foreground mountain is Carnedd Dafydd and the more rounded peak behind is Carnedd Llewelyn.
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  • Beautiful light, warm sunshine after yummy food in the Black Cat Cafe at Parc Glynllifon. An enjoyable time making images of this aristocratic but fascinating historical formal gardens near Caernarfon in Gwynedd
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  • I am always fascinated when nature reclaims areas and structures created by man, and this was no exception. A small tree is now growing out of the concrete floor, and grasses are forming a carpet. The rather pretty-looking wooden roof is still half-intact, and forms the roosting place for local choughs. I entered this building for the first time one dusk and disturbed two of these rare birds. They let out raucous squawks and shot out over my head. I’m not sure quite who was the most alarmed, but thereafter I always looked up first to avoid more surprises!
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  • From my book<br />
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"Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)" available here on my website<br />
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The deserted valley and quarrying village of Nant Gwrtheyrn, North Wales. Now restored as a Welsh language & conference centre.
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Lockdown Day 4<br />
Evening sunlight through a rusted garden lantern. Love the warm evening light here.
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  • Such a huge range of colours and textures within this mid-winter Welsh mountainscape. The light was fleeting on the summits as clouds scudded by in the bitter cold high winds. Strangely the lower slopes looked almost autumnal.<br />
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I can never get out of my head, that the visual surface of the earth, is only skin deep geograhially, and that just a few feet beneath, it’s solid rock. Life does indeed cling to the most exposed and seeimgly inhospitable places, it is a minimal surface zone between rock and air (or water) - I think of it as the ‘life zone’.
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site, Blaenau Ffestiniog
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • The Llyn Peninsula in winter, seen from Northern Snowdonia, looking across the lower ridges of Snowdon, Foel Gron, Foel Goch, Moel Eilo, Mynydd Mawr, then Bwlch Mawr and Yr Eifl ib the far distance.
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  • The simplest forms and patches of light became my escape from fear. The sunshine was my saviour, the way it permeated through everything, casting light and positivity wherever it landed.
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  • The Llyn Peninsula in winter, seen from Northern Snowdonia, looking across the lower ridges of Snowdon, Foel Gron, Foel Goch, Moel Eilo, Mynydd Mawr, then Bwlch Mawr and Yr Eifl ib the far distance.
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  • Looking towards the Carneddau range of mountains (over 3000ft) in Snowdonia, Wales. There was a dramatic light from low afternoon winter sunlight illuminating the mountainsides under gentle clouds above. The steep cliffs drop down to the highly glaciated Nant Ffrancon pass below. The foreground mountain is Carnedd Dafydd and the more rounded peak behind is Carnedd Llewelyn.
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  • Shot from the side of a Welsh mountain, the sunbursts illuminating an otherwise shadowy Irish Sea was far more vivid and spectacular than from sea level.
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  • In stark contrast to the dark limbs of the tree behind, a mother lays in warm sunshine between shadows of death either side of her. As the earth turns, the shadows slowly move and touch her nakedness but she isn’t perturbed. She is basking in life and she sensuously stretches her body, twisting and turning her torso to match the patterns of light and dark, to savour the sensation of heat against cold, but also to feel the grass and leaves rubbing against her as she does so. This is a mother who conceived her child in the woodland and gave birth in this very clearing, opening her legs, enabling her child to breathe the pure air of this intense new environment, where life and death are natural partners, a wonderful and calm microcosm of the bigger world beyond.
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  • The early morning sunshine cast an almost perfect shadow of one of the huge cog-wheels onto the nearby wall. It was fun to line up all three elements, linking shadows to reality. The visible shadow is a metaphor for so much of what one ‘feels’ at Y Nant; there is nothing ‘actually there’ but nevertheless we sense things and can sometimes even believe we are seeing things. The history, the topography, the remnants of what was, and the present landscape all blend together at Nant, and this blend for me at least is its ‘spirit’.
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  • 4th of 6 images from my desert series within the larger "Landscape Figures" project. <br />
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“In current times we are seeing an explosion of population and an unsustainable demand for the Earth’s resources. We are in an era when self-interest, greed, power, conflict and indifference rule over tolerance, compassion and love. By now as a species, we should be living in harmony with others and our planet. I often ponder upon why we never really learn, and whether anything would be any different if mankind had the chance to start all over again.<br />
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This small set of images is just an imaginary glimpse of two ordinary people, a man and a woman, both naked as the day they were born, finding love and happiness together on a planet budding with new life. This story doesn’t have a sting in the tail. This story begins and will end with harmony between people and their environment. It is just a little gasp of hope within the current darkness."
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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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  • And so it was, at about 4.00 pm, I headed for the West Coast of Anglesey, as usual, to catch the dipping sun. I turned up at one of my favourite spots and ambled, totally arbitrarily along the shoreline, enjoying the water, the sounds, the heat and colours of the warm sun and the glistening rocks emerging from the receding tide. Funnily enough, the stark sunshine, at this time of day, at least creates strong shadows, long shadows and sparkling sea tops. As it sank lower the colours intensified further and amazing hues resulted, almost, but not quite unbelievable.
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  • And so it was, at about 4.00 pm, I headed for the West Coast of Anglesey, as usual, to catch the dipping sun. I turned up at one of my favourite spots and ambled, totally arbitrarily along the shoreline, enjoying the water, the sounds, the heat and colours of the warm sun and the glistening rocks emerging from the receding tide. Funnily enough, the stark sunshine, at this time of day, at least creates strong shadows, long shadows and sparkling sea tops. As it sank lower the colours intensified further and amazing hues resulted, almost, but not quite unbelievable.
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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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  • And so it was, at about 4.00 pm, I headed for the West Coast of Anglesey, as usual, to catch the dipping sun. I turned up at one of my favourite spots and ambled, totally arbitrarily along the shoreline, enjoying the water, the sounds, the heat and colours of the warm sun and the glistening rocks emerging from the receding tide. Funnily enough, the stark sunshine, at this time of day, at least creates strong shadows, long shadows and sparkling sea tops. As it sank lower the colours intensified further and amazing hues resulted, almost, but not quite unbelievable.
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  • View from the upper slopes of Scafell Pike in the English Lake District. Brilliant sunshine turned to heavy cloud and heavy cloud turned to snow, before returning to heavy cloud but bitter winds once more. Small patches of light illuminated minute sections of this great Lakeland landscape, creating a fast moving theatrical stage of light and shadows
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  • The peak of Yr Elen in the Carneddau range, Snowdonia, covered in shadows of passing cumulus clouds.
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  • A hillside tree is sillouetted by dramatic sunlight reflecting off the vast bay of Traeth Coch, (Red Wharf Bay) which at low tide reveals a pattern of sand cusps in the wet sand which reflect the bright sunshine. Small figures at the water's edge on the shoreline show the scale of this beach. <br />
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Following a specific location request from one of my customers, I found myself (almost) lost outside Llangoed on a warm late summer's afternoon. The sunshine back-lit the leaves of lush overgrown lanes as Cara Dillon sang to me in the front of the van. The hedgerows literally brushed past me as I ventured into narrower and narrower pathways, crows giving buzzards a temporary reprieve as they laughed at my black VW squeezing it's way out towards the bay.<br />
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The shallow beach at extreme low tide creates huge cusps of sand and water, resembling textile designs from the 1960s! The vicious and burning intensity of the light on the retina was not from the sun itself but from it's reflection on the wet sand. Although I tried to compose using peripheral vision I still was left temporarily blinded after shooting some frames.<br />
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Of course the contrast between the sunlit sand and the dry areas surrounding, meant the contrast was of the scale. To me, this was wonderful though, for just as looking towards the light blinded me, I found the fake shadows to be a beautiful and textural contrast, absolutely stunning.
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  • Dramatic sunlight reflecting off the vast bay of Traeth Coch, (Red Wharf Bay) which at low tide reveals a pattern of sand cusps in the wet sand which reflect the bright sunshine. <br />
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Following a specific location request from one of my customers, I found myself (almost) lost outside Llangoed on a warm late summer's afternoon. The sunshine back-lit the leaves of lush overgrown lanes as Cara Dillon sang to me in the front of the van. The hedgerows literally brushed past me as I ventured into narrower and narrower pathways, crows giving buzzards a temporary reprieve as they laughed at my black VW squeezing it's way out towards the bay.<br />
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The shallow beach at extreme low tide creates huge cusps of sand and water, resembling textile designs from the 1960s! The vicious and burning intensity of the light on the retina was not from the sun itself but from it's reflection on the wet sand. Although I tried to compose using peripheral vision I still was left temporarily blinded after shooting some frames.<br />
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Of course the contrast between the sunlit sand and the dry areas surrounding, meant the contrast was of the scale. To me, this was wonderful though, for just as looking towards the light blinded me, I found the fake shadows to be a beautiful and textural contrast, absolutely stunning.
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  • "I was off the beaten track amongst acres of dark, ancient trees. As is often the case in these environments, it's possible to 'sense' clearings in the forest simply by watching out for changes in illumination. These open windows burn with light from the skies above so I headed in that direction. She was lithe, sensuous and beautiful, basking on a lichen-covered rock. She luxuriated in the contrast between the cool stone beneath her arched back and the warmth of afternoon sunshine bathing her loins.<br />
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She was alone in her own space, far from the multitudes, simply enjoying the wonder of the nature around her.  Nothing concerned her for she was the apex creature in this world. A Stonechat chirped in the distance and two Ravens called to each other in flight above. Tiny summer flies moved silently from shadows to light and the sound of bees collecting pollen, hummed in the still air.
    The Lioness
  • Small patches of nature even in a busy urban environment. My favourite bird, the Blackbird, was rustling around in the dry leaves inthe dark shadows, forraging for food. Warm morning sunshine heated the roof tiles and was a welcome relief to the chilly Northerly breeze.  Iwonder how long it would take for a city to look quite overgrown should people disappear and peace returns to the earth?
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  • Rhuddlan and it's castle have been the site of numerous Welsh English battles in history. The castle was originally mostly built of wood and ships used to moor alongside the jetty. Today, a Royal swan peacefully glides amongst the shadows of the castle's trees and a huge driftwood log is the only wooden movement along this shallow river today.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in at Porthcurno Beach in West Cornwall.  I took this photo from the steps of the Minack Theatre built into the cliffs above this yellow sand cove. The last of the evening light can be seen on the sea surface as the white horse gallop into shadows nearer the shore.   The waves were powerful and the water crystal clear as always here, and the title and metaphor matched exactly what was going on in my mind at the time.
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  • Dramatic sunlight against ominous dark skies threatening very heavy rain moving over the Isle of Anglesey. The beach in the foreground is the vast Red Wharf Bay (Traeth Coch) which at low tide reveals a pattern of sand cusps in the wet sand which reflects the bright sunshine. <br />
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Following a specific location request from one of my customers, I found myself (almost) lost outside Llangoed on a warm late summer's afternoon. The sunshine back-lit the leaves of lush overgrown lanes as Cara Dillon sang to me in the front of the van. The hedgerows literally brushed past me as I ventured into narrower and narrower pathways, crows giving buzzards a temporary reprieve as they laughed at my black VW squeezing it's way out towards the bay.<br />
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The shallow beach at extreme low tide creates huge cusps of sand and water, resembling textile designs from the 1960s! The vicious and burning intensity of the light on the retina was not from the sun itself but from it's reflection on the wet sand. Although I tried to compose using peripheral vision I still was left temporarily blinded after shooting some frames.<br />
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Of course the contrast between the sunlit sand and the dry areas surrounding, meant the contrast was of the scale. To me, this was wonderful though, for just as looking towards the light blinded me, I found the fake shadows to be a beautiful and textural contrast, absolutely stunning.
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  • NOT FOR SALE<br />
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The warm sun broke the dark shadows and threw lines of light to the pounding heads racing to reach the shore first. They were white, massive and magnificent. In fact although I have seen much, much bigger waves here at the Cape, I had never really 'studied' the faces through a long lens, actively followed the faces as they rose up and teetered at the top. I have always been in awe of the waves in surf magazines and would still die to sit in a viewing boat at Pipeline or Jaws but here I was in the early morning light of Cornwall, watching and listening to these magnificent beasts rear up and hurl themselves at the coast, the noise loud, continuous and unforgiving. I just wish I had an even longer lens as I wanted to shoot just the faces, not the crests or the pits, so I have very unusually cropped one image here just to show you why! I need something like a 200-400 VR lens but by all accounts they simply don't deliver on results but maybe for this sort of subject I would have found it more than acceptable, answers on a postcard please!
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  • On the top of a high headland, in an apparently deserted village on the mountainous West Coast of Corfu, a cat silently and purposefully walks down a mosaic lane, it glanced at us in acknowledgement, but we didn't speak Greek so it moved into the shadows.
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  • Spring trees in evening sunlight in the Nant Gwynant Valley, contrasting against dark shadows on the mountainside of Yr Aran, one of the subsidiary peaks of Snowdon.
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  • Fleeting patches of light caress the slopes of the ancient mountain of Cader Idris during squally winter weather. Clouds build and billow at speed above the peaks, in contrast to the dark shadows of the huge North facing cliffs.
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  • “Pierced” <br />
In soft sedimentary rock on this south Cornwall beach, the most perfect thin lines of quartz? have divided the surface into amazing rectangles. The shadows on the right create a slightly disturbing couple!
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  • A shattered landscape, blasted, gouged and ripped apart by mans material need, lies abstracted in the gorgeous warmth of evening sunlight, the quarrymen long gone. <br />
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Today a different form of quarry workers assault the slate faces, roped up, drilling, clipping, sweating and shouting to each other in the carved out quarry levels. <br />
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The multitude of tough labourers who faced hardship and danger in this industrial landscape are now but echoes in the shadows and deep pits. From the faces of smooth slate in now abandoned quarries, come the sounds of excited chatter and exhilaration as modern day climbers fill the void that has been left.<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • I was in the shadows of Foel Goch and Moel Cynghorion, with the sun setting behind me. I had put my camera away for the day but suddenly the clouds cleared to reveal a beautiful scene. <br />
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I scrabbled in the rucksack to fetch the Fuji before the scene changed. I balanced my camera on a dry-stone wall to capture the near-full moon in a deep blue sky, high above the rolling foothills of Snowdon that were still bathed in warm sunshine.
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  • Stormy Winter sunshine illuminates beautiful Atlantic surf powering into the incredibly dramatic Kynance Cove on the Lizard Peninsula in Cornwall.
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  • 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
  • Evening light illuminates a vast tract of tall marram covered dunes. In the lee of a cool, stiff breeze, two lovers entwine their bodies, heat against heat, warm skin pressed against warm skin, connected as one and oblivious to the stabbing of the needle like grass all about them.<br />
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Shadows rise and fall over their shallow nest in this vast wild landscape as clouds scud by, but in one moment of true glory, rays of sunshine bathe them in warmth as their own heat subsides. There is something just so pure about making love completely naked in the wild, utterly connected in every sensual way to the Earth, the plants and the elements that give us life and enable us to make life.
    Love In the Breeze
  • Above me the canopy of an historic forest, leafy and green. Life sprouts from the twigs and branches of the old, twisted trees. In the humid, morning heat, midges were abundant, silently irritating - biting exposed flesh. Even with burning sunshine baking the treetops, the forest floor held shadows. It was silent apart from the gentle buzz of hoverflies and honeybees. <br />
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Between light and dark, coolness and heat stood a lithe young male, arching upwards and backwards, his own limbs mimicking the tree on which he tiptoed, blended, connected and in balance – with everything. He remained unbitten, unfazed and confident in his masculinity and strength. He moved away from me swiftly, gracefully, focussed on his search for Eve.
    Almost Eve
  • A large rock pool exposed at low tide. The base of the pool was white with some sort of calicification. Holyhead Mountain in the distance.
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  • Lockdown Day 4 <br />
Each morning I’ve watched the early morning sunshine slide over the neighbours wall and illuminate this post, highlighting it against the shadows of the paving slabs behind. It’s daft in a way but I just love the rounded cylinder of the post set amongst all the squares / diamonds.<br />
This morning I stood out there with my apple and suddenly decided to just place it in the shot - so not a pure find but it was a pure consideration. Hope you like it
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  • A church on an island, cut off by the sea at high tide
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  • Trawsfynydd Nuclear Power Station from the vast quarries of Blaenau Ffestiniog, now a UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • Shutters in Shadows
    The Climber
  • It was a calm, silvery sea at dusk. There was hardy a drop of wind and the air, for April, was warm enough. It was near silent on the beach, just the distant voices of a couple walking in the dunes behind. <br />
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I’d hoped the sun would have been a little more intense having raced across Anglesey to get to the beach, but everything was delicate and muted. From the sea bed, remnants of energy pulses from ocean storms thousands of miles away finally reared up and gasped a last breath on the shingle shore. <br />
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I stood on some low rocks at the waterline and watched the sea tide slowly come in around me. Every so often a rogue bigger wave would crash over the rock and I’d lose sight of my feet in the white foam. Against the brighter surface of the sea, these little hillocks of water looked dark in their own shadows.
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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.
    A Curvaceous View
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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. At night, long shadows from fences surrounding historical public houses stretch out across the cobbles towards the darkness and the moonlit landscape beyond.
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  • Waves from gentle surf approaching Traeth (beach) Lligwy at East Anglesey in dramatic, squally, rainy weather, with dramatic slouds in the sky.
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  • From a lofty hilltop two hundred or more feet above the sea at North Anglesey, we could smell the sea air. Wave crests were breaking into spindrift and salty spray was funnelled up gullies in the cliffs below to fill our lungs with ocean gale.<br />
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The clouds were changing by the second as they raced overhead, casting wonderfully animated shadows of strange figures on the sea below. Apart from the solid headland of Holyhead Mountain in the distance, the only other constant was the brilliant intensity of spring sunshine, shimmering on the millions of waves fetching across the bay. This was real exposure to the elements and from this high up, standing right at the cliff edge, it felt as though we were flying, carried by thermals almost literally lifting us off our feet.<br />
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On the horizon a ferry noses out of Holyhead Harbour, beginning its three hour voyage upon choppy open waters to Southern Ireland seventy three miles away. I'm with my brother who I haven't walked with for many years, but we used to climb together, sail together and drink together; near inseparable until our late twenties. As we continued our cliff-top ramble, both clutching our walking poles and grumbling about the state of our threadbare knee joints, I realised that the only thing as eternal as the movement of wind, waves and tide, was the love between us brothers, all of us brothers. Although our separate lives are racing by faster than we would like, and that we will become just someone else's memories, these beautiful, wild, universal elements will be there for an eternity, bringing similar humbling joy to others in the future.
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  • Nominated in 2022 International Colour Awards<br />
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Honourable Mention in 2022 International Colour Awards<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site<br />
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Subtle washes of sunlight permeate the winter gloom and illuminate isolated sections of this ancient Welsh landscape. Elidir Fawr becomes a snow-capped volcano and Y Garn sits solemnly in the shadows behind. A single crow flies across the void between me and the distant peaks, its call echoing sharply in the valley below.
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  • Low sunlight casts long shadows over ancient walled fields just west of St Just in West Penwith, Cornwall. Shower clouds form a dark background against the agricultural foreground of vivid green grass between higgledy piggledy drystone walled pasture.
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  • Faults within faults, shadows form in darkness. The nude woman gently tests her footing on the slippery rock at the base of the cave, gripping hard edges to steady herself as she moves further into the vast wet chamber. Over millennia the force of the sea has exposed, pummelled and forced open the soft veins of this ancient stone but amazingly, in what seems almost perpetual night, life clings to the ribbed surfaces far inside. Sounds of the day are muffled, save for the relentless roar of the waves at low tide. It’s cool in here and the woman shivers in the damp air, her skin and muscles taut, her senses heightened to the strange environment. <br />
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In a moment she finds herself wading through a deep, smooth-bottomed pool and she inhales sharply as the water pushes between her open thighs. The water shallows and she feels painful hard pebbles and small boulders beneath her delicate feet. She is almost invisible now and only the crunching sound of the shingle reveals her location.  Then there is silence for a short while. As my eyes adjust, a gentle prick of light pierces the darkness beyond and gradually becomes more distinct. I now realise this is not just a cave it’s a tunnel. Across the small circle of light moves the slender silhouette of the woman and in a blink of the eye she was gone.
    The Dark Cave
  • Delicate minimalism in the desert landscapes of Fuerteventura.<br />
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It always feels biblical to me, wandering the desert landscape and coming across life growing in the middle of arid nothingness. The tenacity to survive against all odds, and such gentle, subtle beauty in such a hostile environment. The breeze is never ending on this island, and the leaves rustled over the cool shadows beneath the tree.
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  • Delicate minimalism in the desert landscapes of Fuerteventura.<br />
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It always feels biblical to me, wandering the desert landscape and coming across life growing in the middle of arid nothingness. The tenacity to survive against all odds, and such gentle, subtle beauty in such a hostile environment. The breeze is never ending on this island, and the leaves rustled over the cool shadows beneath the tree.
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  • Delicate minimalism in the desert landscapes of Fuerteventura.<br />
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It always feels biblical to me, wandering the desert landscape and coming across life growing in the middle of arid nothingness. The tenacity to survive against all odds, and such gentle, subtle beauty in such a hostile environment. The breeze is never ending on this island, and the leaves rustled over the cool shadows beneath the tree.
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  • An isolated large cloud passed over a cloudless blue sky and darkened all the hill tops of the Carneddau in the distance, but intense sunlight continued to blast the 1000ft cliffs just ahead of me, beautiful and natural tonality
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  • Shooting into sunshine bursting through broken cloud created an incredible contrast. The shiny slate reflected almost as much light as the lake & sea, so everything else seemed dark in comparison. I've chosen not to lighten the shadows, but to enjoy the contrast instead.<br />
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UNESCO World Heritage Site
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  • There is something truly spiritual and liberating about being completely alone in the mountains. I only saw one person all day and apart from him I was completely undisturbed. I was able to watch cloud shadows scudding across the landscape, blown by bitter Easterly winds. I bathed in beams of sunlight that were lucky enough to break beneath the dark skies. The hills felt like they were mine. The grasses waved at me and the weather offered itself as a theatrical performance for me alone. Every step I took and every breath I made in the clean air connected me more fully with the planet; every downhill slope made me smile and even the tiredness of my leg muscles was a welcome reminder that I was alive and that the world still has beautiful things to offer. Living so close to the mountains, and equally so close to the sea, is almost like living in paradise.
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  • The weather was building over the hills and a strong breeze pushed the cloud shadows over the hillsides at a striking speed. Gradually the scene became darker but isolated patches of intense sunlight splashed the landscape for just a few moments at a time in this quiet Welsh valley.
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  • My shadow is included to give some sense of scale to this huge area of industrially scarred landscape. This area has been mined for 4000 years, not 400 but 4000 years! It was once Britain's largest exporter for the precious metal Copper and was known as the copper kingdom. Hundreds of tall ships used nearby Amlwch Harbour to export the material. Now it is unused, though the quality of this ore is outstanding.
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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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  • Street lights at Gallt y foel in the town of Deiniolen, glow in a wintry, snow covered landscape, with the lowest slopes of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) in the background in shadow against a warm orange sunset.
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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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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site<br />
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The massif of Snowdon tries to hold back an enormous fog bank from the Irish Sea, but clouds and fog spilled over nevertheless. Through short breaks in the fog, brilliant sunlight blasted the quarries on the mountainside opposite, separating and dividing the landscape into multiple layers of tone, colour and shadow. In a manmade industrial landscape like this, the whole scene looked more like something from a Hollywood film set.
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  • UNESCO World Heritage Site<br />
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The massif of Snowdon tries to hold back an enormous fog bank from the Irish Sea, but clouds and fog spilled over nevertheless. Through short breaks in the fog, brilliant sunlight blasted the quarries on the mountainside opposite, separating and dividing the landscape into multiple layers of tone, colour and shadow. In a manmade industrial landscape like this, the whole scene looked more like something from a Hollywood film set.
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  • Just the momentary interplay of light and shadow when a huge hole appears in the middle distance. With the impressive surge pool in the bottom left of this image, it's an illusion of one-upmanship in this stunning wintry mountainscape.
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  • The sun dropped quite quickly in the evenings here, and the Sandia Mountains soon turned to half shadow. A few small houses caught the last of the light in the foothills.
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  • These black, shiny, eroded and smoothed pillow lavas watch the endless earth cycle. The sands shift and shunt and move about endlessly and the wind ruffles surfaces. The sun bakes and the waves smash but still these ancient rocks just take it all in their stride, hardly changing over millennia.
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  • Waves at Rhosneigr, West Anglesey at dusk. Gentle waves on a long sandy look soft because of motion blur.
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  • This is my Ladybird Book of the Countryside picture. It has all the romantic elements except the pheasant on the wall and ducks on the grass, but the buildings are just what I’d expect from the 1950s British countryside. Normally the yard looks rather quiet, but on this evening, a white horse was slowly walking about, very slowly. I just knew the moment had to be as the horse walked between the two foreground trees, catching the late evening sunlight as it did so. If it had been 2 meters further back it would have been in shadow (but at least social distancing!). So luck came out to play this evening.
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  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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I’ve always found the landscape here fascinating. This arid, windblown, dusty volcanic island is a shadow of its explosive past but the signs are all around. I love that you can see into vast craters, marvel at the lava fields and study the ash covered slopes. It still feels very raw, as if it only happened a few years ago and it makes me, and all life, seem such a stroke of universal luck.
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