End of day at Bigbury-on-Sea. Watching the ships role in. Sharing the scene with two Russian fishermen. One random evening…
Another weekend down in Sussex and I wanted to find an alternative view of Bosham harbour. As the sun dropped behind the village with its iconic church depicted in the Bayeux Tapestry and said to have been built on the crypt where King Kanute was buried, I chanced upon this scene. In the foreground, the seaweed looked more like the webbing of a giant spider, blanketing the exposed wetlands at low tide.
Over the weekend, I was down in Devon and had hoped to be able to shoot a more natural setting than my recent London city images. However, the weather had other plans. On Saturday evening, the miss rolled in and even before I arrived at Budleigh Salterton beach to shoot the end of day scenery, the fog meant that the view was very limited.
With the limited vista available, I ended up taking long exposure images of the waves lashing the shoreline. With no fixed point in focus, the end result is more reminiscent of a painting than a photograph. It also goes to show that even when you have poor light and limited options, there are still photographs worth taking.
This is a shot from the Serengeti in north west Tanzania. There were a load of people standing around the scene, so I found a knoll next to the small body of water that elevated me just above the height of the foliage. The water was full of hippopotamuses and crocodiles, which was another reason I wanted to put some height between me and them.
Several tourists stood perilously close to the edge of the water, even though they had been expressly told by their guide not to do so, putting them in the perfect position for a croc to grab a late snack. I kept my camera poised for an action shot…
Spent the weekend down in Sussex with my mother to mark ten years since my father’s death and wanted to capture a quintessentially local scene of Bosham, where he was laid to rest. It was a stunning day and the sky lit up in a stunning, fiery orange after the sun had set. This is of the Bosham sailing club, in dwindling light.
The first decent (weekend) day of weather in London for almost a month and I was out to grab some more shots of London. Above is the Lloyds building with the Leadenhall Building to the right (also affectionately know as the Cheese Grater). The curved glass facia of the building behind me to my left was throwing a lovely afternoon golden glow on the Lloyd building.
I wondered down to the river over the course of the afternoon and set up on the north shore of the River Thames, overlooking Tower Bridge and the Shard. A gaggle of photographers descended upon my location moments after I set up, which somewhat took away from the moment. However, they were a friendly bunch of mature gentlemen, so were very pleasant company.
Taken on a summer’s evening in the northern fjords of Norway as the sun was dropping in the skies. Being north of the Arctic Circle, it did not drop much lower than in this image, holding the lovely golden tones for a prolonged period. Although this was mid summer (early July), the snow had only just melted 2-3 weeks prior.
One morning looking out east across Badía de Pollença. This was a while ago, whilst in Majorca, when I was up before sunrise one summer’s day, watching the boat gently bobbing on the calm waters of the bay. Would love to be there right now, enjoying the warm air and stunning view.
The weather has been really poor over the last few weekends, so I have been trawling through my back catalogue of images. This was take in Banff, Canada several years ago. It was around 9am but I had already been up for hours. These two guys were gleefully meandering downstream, exciting about the fishing prospects to come. I would have loved to have joined the fun but was there to photograph, not frolic.