Last weekend, after watching the weather develop for a few days, it looked as though Sunday morning would be interesting with thunderstorms forecast. I headed down to Tower Bridge, as I knew the light would be aligned with the bridge at dawn.
This was the first image I liked of the morning. The sky was a glorious mixture of red, yellow, orange and grey, opalescent clouds.
The rain held off for most of the time I was by the London Assembly. Several ladies past me, heading to an early morning gym class along with many joggers running along the Thames.
Above is the last shot I took before the light was obscured by ran clouds.
Which of these images did you like the most?
Ness Cove is one of Devon’s most secluded and picturesque beaches, completely enclosed by the shelter of the cliffs above. The secluded beach is tucked away, underneath the Ness Headland.
Access to the beach is through the intriguingly-named Smuggler’s Tunnel, which leads the visitor through the rocks of the Jurassic Cliffs out onto the beach. It is not clear whether the tunnel itself was ever used by smugglers however.
Last morning in Devon for a while and the weather was meant to be bad. As I drove towards Dartmoor the fog was think and almost impenetrable. I ended up getting lost on the moors after taking a wrong turn. However, once back on track, the fog gave way to clear skies around Haytor.
Leaving the car in the nearby car park, situated a short walk from Haytor,. The imposing granite stack was covered in lichens and mosses, holding an imposing position over Dartmoor. Apparently, these rocky granite outcrops, or tors, were formed over 280 million years ago.
Hopes Nose, situated close to Torquay on the southern coastline of Devon, was not somewhere I had been before. Fortunately, the light was decent and the tide was compliant, albeit somewhat frisky. From the water’s edge, Ore Stone island is visible below the rising sun. My daughter joined me on location for this shoot. It was a treat to share such a lovely view with her.
I was recently back down in Devon and took this opportunity to do a few early morning shoots of new places.
This one is of Daymark, in Kingswear Devon, which was built in 1864 by the Dartmouth Harbour Commissioners. It is a hollow, octagonal tower, 24m tall, constructed of limestone. It was built as a guide to mariners to the position of the harbour entrance and is visible for many miles out to sea.
Part of the Devon set from my time there in August. This was taken in Paignton, about 20 mins drive further south from Exeter than Teignmouth. Both towns have piers but Paignton was blessed with a more impressive sunrise the morning I was there.
This shot was taken moments after the sun crept over the horizon and was a long exposure as I was looking to create the illusion of a vanishing point aligned with the end of the pier.
The shot below was taken about 45 minutes later, from the other side of the pier. Again, I employed a long exposure to fill the vast sky with movement. The golden hour had past by the time I took this shot, with the cooler blue tones more apparent.
Back in Devon, I started my series of 4am wake up calls, to get out and capture the early morning sun over Devon. On day 1, I headed down to Teignmouth, south west of Exeter. I chatted to a few dawn swimmers, including a lady who was in her eighties and had been pursuing a dawn bathing for over 40 years, which was the reason she moved to Teignmouth in the first place apparently.
The shot below was taken about 45 minutes earlier of the same scene, as the dawn light was breaking across the maritime vantage point. The sun never quite broke through the clouds but the sky was a glorious amalgam of purple, orange and pink hues.
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.
Another dawn over the east coast of La Palma. This secluded beach at Cancajos was abandoned as the tides were pretty rough and the weather was a cool sixteen degrees Celsius. This place is a Mecca for anyone who loves dawn at a civilised hour. It is in the same time zone as the UK but is sufficiently west, so instead of sunrise at 6.30am it was at 8am.
I took the second image about 25 metres to the left of this image, just as the sun broke through the clouds.