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  • Wind-blown snow formations on an isolated post near the summit of Arening Fawr, Snowdonia
    The Snow Post
  • No matter how difficult life seems to be, no matter how tenuous our grip on it, we have the potential to survive most things, to grow amongst darkness and to retain a beauty and importance no matter how delicate that may be. This tree is growing on exposed barren land, with nothing but sand and a thin layer of soil beneath, but it survives all nature throws at it.
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  • The low stunted bush obviously betrays the powerful and ever present prevailing winds from the Irish Sea. In fact the whole land on which this tree sits is a mass of once shifting sand dune, slowly and tenaciously reclaimed by grasses, mosses and finally plant life.
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  • Snow formations on the summit of Arenig Fawr in low winter sunlight.
    Winter Summit
  • A small area of tall reeds in an expanse of marshland gets the full brunt of the wind, the direction highlighted by bent shaped stems in the foreground, whilst the clouds race over from West to East.
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  • Rime Frost on a long fence crossing the ridge of Arenig Fawr
    Fencing on Arenig
  • As the clouds played in the sky, patches of sunlight scuttled across the windblown landscape, but the summit of Yr Eifl remained dark and cold-looking throughout.
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  • Another of those wonderful moments when a dreary day gets blown away by strong winds and the sun is allowed to burst through and spread its glory. Wide-eyed and a heart full of joy, I relished everything about this chance event
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  • The most beautifully delicate pools of windblown sea on a near deserted wide beach at West Anglesey. Unusually, no foot or paw prints anywhere, just a wonderful expanse of virgin sand and a watercolour wash of sunset.
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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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  • There is little more exhilarating than being in the great outdoors alone, and at peace with everything, relishing the sensations and awareness of existence. The woman had been floating on her back in a wind-blown tidal pool, carefully balancing her breathing to maintain a wondrous equilibrium - and then a figure appeared on the rocks above, nothing sinister or malicious, just a passer by, but in that one moment her physical & spiritual connection to nature and the universe was abruptly halted, brought down to a basic plain of human modesty & societal expectations.
    Solitude Interrupted
  • A wind-blown walk across the cliff tops towards Land’s End. 42mph gusts from the East tried to force us over the cliff edge but wonderfully, as we descended the cliff tops a little, the wind was hardly noticeable and we sat there soaking up the warmth and watched the Choughs soar and dive beyond us into the void. <br />
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Here the distinctive shape of the Irish Lady stack was beautifully silhouetted along with the cliffs of Land’s End in the background.
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  • We decided to ignore the warnings not to drive during Storm Ciara, and headed for the sea. The narrow coastal roads were covered in seaweed and pebbles but high up above the cliffs of South Stack we only had the gale force winds to contend with. I left Jani warm in the van and fought my way down to the cliff edge, thankfully the wind blew me onshore not off! On arrival the skies were dark and gloomy but as I set up the tripod, sunlight burst through a break in the clouds and illuminated the short grasses clinging to the siltstone & quartzite rocks around me. <br />
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I had to lean hard onto the tripod just to try and keep the camera still enough to make the shot. Even then I decided on a higher ISO for safety. Almost as soon as the sun warmed my wind-blown face, it disappeared and I was blown uphill back to the van!
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  • Born in Africa this young woman is at home where the wind-blown desert sands meet the cold Atlantic ocean. She feels at one with this place. She revels in the mixed sensations of the burning heat on her torso, gales tossing her hair and even the stinging of the sharp sand against her ankles. She hears the sound of heavy waves piling on the vast shoreline and she can hear Terns calling high in the sky above. Behind her, a tablecloth of swirling cloud builds over the mountains, marking the zone where the warm Agulhas Current of the Indian Ocean meets the cold Benguela current of the Atlantic. This is a vast and unforgiving landscape but it is hers and she owns it.
    Burning Hot in African Winds
  • Brilliant sunshine and gale force winds made for an incredible light over the cove of Porth Trecastell.<br />
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As I stood on the cliff top and looked towards the horizon, I had the illusion of low flying over the long wind-blown Marram Grass and the sand of the cove beyond. <br />
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I felt uplifted in so many ways. This was a place I’ve swam and surfed and taken the kids swimming. My life is racing on at such a pace, history left in my wake and yet, the place remains fundamentally unchanged, and will create many more memories for so many more people in the future after my own lights have dimmed. A very special place.
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  • “She wanted to see ‘them’, on the other side of the dunes. She silently, delicately stooped forward, then lay on her belly so that she’d not be seen, but so that she could secretly observe. Her little footprints would betray that she’d been there watching, but alongside her lay the footprints of a stealthy fox, now almost obscured by wind-blown sand, as hers would be too.”
    Something Foxy
  • I screeched to a halt in my van when I saw this. Patchy sunlight reflecting off acres of lush, wind-blown grass in this rural heartland of Anglesey, shimmered in the most mesmerising way. I was captivated by the subtly changing scene.
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  • Chaotic weather and stormy conditions over the west coast of Ynys Môn this evening, this summer! One minute, torrential downpours the next, blazing hot sunshine - utterly unpredictable other than for its unpredictability.<br />
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Holyhead Mountain can be seen in the far distance whilst fast-appearing crepuscular rays scan the surface of the Irish Sea as the clouds race inland. It was wind-blown and spectacular and I revelled in the elements
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  • I do love silence, well, silence from human noise at least. This evening was so quiet that I could hear the almost imperceptible sound of the rising tide creeping up the shoreline, spilling into tiny ripples in the sand banks and flooding into small sand pools. As often here on the Afon Menai, I could hear the isolated sounds of two waders, a solitary Oystercatcher flitting over the surface of the strait, and a Curlew feeding on the rapidly disappearing shoreline.<br />
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It was yet another dull summer day, wind, rain and eventually a heavy, deadening mizzle, and yet there was also a delicate beauty about the subtly changing scene. The grey sky-blanket wasn't really solid, but an ever-morphing backdrop of monochromatic tones, more like a vaporous dance of silks on a washing line.<br />
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Once again I sheltered under a huge brolly, a dark, warm cove of protection from the elements racing in from the open sea to the West. The landscape became a view, separated from me until I lowered the brolly and felt the full effect of wind-blown rain on my face, smacking me back to reality. It was hard to believe such a pastel scene could exist within the wintry elements all about.
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  • Nominated for 11th International B&W Spider Awards<br />
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Just a simple observation of two people walking along the summit of a huge wind-blown sand-dune in Fuerteventura. The fashion seemed so incongruous to the situation, and I loved the human relationship in this vast space, between the second man bending forward as his companion strode ahead oblivious.
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  • Late Spring weather and ready for summer crops. The Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) masif can be seen in the background beyond the cold, wind-blown ploughed fields of Ynys Môn
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  • One of my first images that I was truly proud of, was of intensely side-lit, cliff-top grasses blowing around granite boulders at Land's End at the most South Westerly tip of the British Isles. The light on the wind-blown sand dunes at Rhosneigr were such a vivid reminder of the light & textures I experienced nearly 40 years ago. I honestly felt as if I was there on the Cornish clifftop and I didn't want to leave the place.
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  • Chaotic weather and stormy conditions over the west coast of Ynys Môn this evening, this summer!  One minute, torrential downpours the next, blazing hot sunshine - utterly unpredictable other than for its unpredictability. <br />
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Holyhead Mountain can be seen in the far distance whilst fast-appearing crepuscular rays scan the surface of the Irish Sea as the clouds race inland. It was wind-blown and spectacular and I revelled in the elements
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  • Huge cumulonimbus clouds catch the evening sunset above wind-blown Marram grass covering sand dunes at Llanddwyn Beach, West Anglesey
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