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The relationship between the cliff top and the sea has always fascinated me. The space that divides the two is somewhere we rarely venture. I’m not a rock climber and even then you’re still grounded, all be it to a near vertical incline.
Much of my work over the years has been coastal, it’s somewhere were so much is going on; so many processes and changes, it’s continual and in constant flux and has the capacity to take you into a different space and time.
The hour and a half Brendan and I spent on the beach with the tide pushing us back towards the cliffs took me back to my work at Druidston in Pembrokeshire (more posts to follow).
I’ve always been an avid collector of books and despite now owning a Kindle (they do have some advantages), I’ll keep collecting. You commune with books, they become part of you and immersion within them is an experience that is at times intensely personal.
Not fifty miles from us we have one of the finest coastal stretches in Britain and over the next few months we’re determined to explore it more thoroughly than we have to date.
The recent warm weather has seen some fine ‘blue skies’ but a little closer look revealed an amazing spectacle.
An over subscribed walk brought together some new folk along with a hard core of followers who have been on all the walks to date.
I was at the National Botanic Garden of Wales a couple of weeks ago and as the weather was so poor I was forced in doors, not a bad option as the place has the largest single span glasshouse in the world.
Following 0n from the success of last years walks we are running a further two this year in spring and the autumn.
We had a glorious day to do this walk up the Beacons and didn’t meet a soul all the way up and down!
Last weekend I took a trip to the ‘Levels’ to see the now very famous Starling roost.
The third in a series of four ‘photographic walks’ has come and gone. We had planned this one to coincide with autumn colours hoped for a decent day.
I’ve been out and about to various parts of the country in the last week or so, and as always camera with me, without it you feel somehow undressed.
On our recent trip to Flat Holm I was talking to the group about the essence of a place and the nature of abstraction within photography. A couple of images I show related to this are of bird shit!
We at last managed to get over to Flat Holm on Saturday. The previous three course having been canceled due to poor weather and for a while it was touch and go as to whether we would make it this time.
Whatever your environmental concerns, and mine are many, it’s awe inspiring to sail through Milford Haven and wonder at the engineering feet that confronts you at every turn. On our trip out to the Smalls from Neyland we passed a whole array of tankers and three monsters in particular stood out.
On the recent trip out with Sea Trust it wasn’t just the wildlife that provided some great opportunities for photography.
We are pretty fortunate here in South Wales in having some of the finest network of waterfalls in the British Isles and I never tire of visiting them.
