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.
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.
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.
Some days just feel darker and more moody than others. This was taken on a beach in Scotland moments before the heavens opened and drenched what was not already wet. I had camped out close by the previous night to the rhythmic sound of crashing waves. Although sinister looking, the location was actually quite invigorating, especially when trapped by the concrete walls of London.
As the rest of the UK received a large dumping of snow, the Isle of Wight instead had high winds and squally rain showers. This is an image of the Needles on the west cost of the Isle of Wight. Walking up from the car park, the winds were in excess of 60 knots, which translates to mid force 11 winds, a few knots shy of hurricane wind speeds!
Shot from a few years ago down in Devon. Jagged rocks and low summer sun. This was before the tide rushed in a soaked me if I recall. These days, I am better prepared. Wellington boots are a far better choice for beach photography than trainers…
After trekking a few miles from a small car park at Huisinis, which itself was at the end of a long single track B road, I camped in a very isolated position, looking over at the Isle of Scarp.
The following morning, I awoke at 3.20am and walked a further 2 miles, to the end of the peninsula, to watch the majesty of the sun rising over the horizon in absolute solitude. The warm, golden light reflected on the rocks in front of me, silhouetting the distant mountains. This image was a long exposure (201 seconds) as I wanted to soften the choppy waters and elongate the few clouds on the horizon.
I drove around Harris on my first evening, looking for the right vantage point for an end of day shot. I spoke to a local farmer, who recommended an isolate beach situated on the far side of his land. Once there, I had the whole place to myself and perhaps one of the finest sunsets I have been fortunate enough to witness. The colours were so vibrant, the water looked like it was gold, lapping against my feet.