About a year ago, or maybe two, I started looking not at the grand vistas that one gets in a landscape but at the detail of what happens around our feet and under our noses.
In particular I've been looking at the interaction between granite and water, two of the fundamental materials of Dartmoor. So I've been down mine shafts and in rivers to put together a series of images that explore these instances. #MastoArt#Conceptual#photography#landscape
Things seen whilst trail running through autumnal woods during a storm in the Pennines.
I'm so undecided about these images. I have about 30 of them and 51% of me absolutely loves them; they capture the noise, the colours, the motion and the confusion of running in a wood during a storm
49% of me dislikes them. I think they're appear too gimmicky (they're not - they're a lot of work; icms loaded on top of each other, lighting changes, tonal changes etc etc but still..
Before Christmas we were lucky enough to spend a week in the north Pennines. Although I loved the open moorland spaces I particularly enjoyed the small woodland behind our cottage. It was a week of storms which threw the trees about and filled the air with rain. #mastoArt#photography#abstractPhotography
Bedraggled. All day it has rained: a steady, cold rain that gets through the skin and into your bones. January above the Teign Gorge on #Dartmoor #photography#photooftheday#MastoArt
I’m reading a lot of books by cyclists about cycling at the moment. None of them are really about cycling but more of an exploration of the ‘why’ and “how” we do things and what this might reveal
to us about ourselves.
I keep coming back to these images of Cape Wrath last winter. Each time the edit gets a little better....but still isn't quite there yet. A work in progress.
A trudge up and over to Red Lake. Neither the walk, nor the lake, have much to recommend them. An indifferent landscape. But, each year, we wander over, sit by the lakeside and feed on the solitude.
The Batworthy adit once again proving a happy hunting ground for an exploration of what actually occurs when these two key constituents of #Dartmoor meet.
I'm trying to think of some clever words to describe the sense of solitude that I feel whilst on Cape Wrath. A solitude that is both a comfort and a concern.
I thought I'd start a little thread of Dartmoor throughout the year. It may be of no interest to anyone but myself.
January. One of the best months. Always wet with lots going on with the light. The occasional day of bright winter sunshine when you can see for miles.
Hard, hard walking though. If water isn't falling on you, you are falling into it. It's cold and the wind always seems to be blowing. Keep moving.
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