I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of thinking
and enjoying what they call living,
I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds…
– Jack Kerouac
Love her, but leave her wild – Atticus
I have just returned from a seven day break at Sanna Bay in Scotland.
No TV, No radio, No newspapers, a few humans, only intermittent Wi-FI connection.
Just me, my camera, some curly horned sheep, my watercolour paints and lots of good light.
I believe it was paradise. I have two more sets of images to show you ‘Ocean’ and ‘Twilight’….
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live.
– Hans Christian Anderson
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.
We grow partially. We are relative.
We are mature in one realm, childish in another.
The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations…
– Anais Nin.
Wow, 2014 has been such a whirlwind of activity and inspiration for me. I still have a massive passion for Photography as a visual art, but I very rarely seek creative inspiration at ‘Photography’ sites instead I enjoy drawing influences from Instagram, Pinterest and concept magazines like Kinfolk. Instagram is very underrated, there are some amazingly talented creatives sharing ideas and images here. I am not a professional or commercial photographer, not would I choose to be, I love the intuitive opportunities offered to me living in The Lake District, who could fail to be inspired living in one of the most beautiful places in the world, as an amateur photographer or as I prefer ‘A Crazy Enthusiast’.
Next year the roller coaster of travel is ongoing, in February I am returning to Iceland, I chose to return in February as it is the ‘snowiest’ month of the year. April sees me heading north to Sanna Bay on the Ardnamurchan Peninsula in Scotland, which is the most westerly point of the UK. Swapping the turquoise sparkly Bay of Sanna behind me I am going home to spend a week in August, photographing the beautiful Northumberland coast. In September I am flying solo across the pond to Boston, USA for a 10-day trip. I have also booked accommodation on Cape Cod for a few days to photograph the Cape Cod National Seashore.
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt:
swimming in the ocean while it rains,
reading in empty libraries,
the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city,
bars after 2am,
walking in the wilderness,
all the phases of the moon,
the things we do not know about the universe,
You are not delicate
You are skinny dipping at 2am.
You are the reverberating echoes of a curse word
Ricocheting off the steeply sloping sides of a mountain.
You are snow on bare skin
In the deepest depths of winter.
You are the heat of a wildfire,
The rage of a storm.
Delicate things are pretty – cute, even.
But you are not delicate.
You are wild and lewd and unpredictable.
You are breathtaking.
You are beautiful.
People always say it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes its 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen counter, waiting for the toast to pop up and the smell of dusty sunlight and Earl Grey tea make you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands…
On Sunday morning I took the E train over to Penn Station and walked the High Line from North to South. It was a beautiful morning. It had rained a little overnight and the High Line was very aromatic. The High Line part 3 opens this Sunday, 21st September 2014 and will lead off an even longer stretch on the northern end. The High Line is an elevated freight train platform which is currently 1.5 miles long and has been saved and turned into a park, it is now entirely funded by donations.
After a beautiful walk along the High Line I went down to Chelsea Market, original home of the National Biscuit Company, this is home of the Oreo cookie. The lovely Industrial integrity of the building has been kept, the ground floor is home to some 35+ food establishments – A foodie’s dream. Upstairs is occupied by TV companies and You Tube. I had breakfast at Amy’s Bread Bakery, then I was off on another adventure. But not before walking through the Market and admiring the Rock Photography for sale by Rock Paper Photo. I must mention the best place too ‘Artists and Fleas’ a brilliant shop on the High Line corner of the Chelsea Market. Here you can see some fantastic art, crafts, jewellery, rock tee shirts and vintage clothes. Opened in April 2014 and well worth a look.
SLR cameras are great for super sharp images if that is your style, but I remember when I first got my first Digital SLR and that feeling that you could do so much more than straight shots, you could take creative control over your camera. That’s when it started happening for me, I just love soft images and I love abstract or intimate landscapes. I’ve just returned from a week long solo trip to New York and I am going to begin by showing you some images of the Manhattan skyline shot from the East River. I think with Bokeh there is a magic half hour that is just after the sun sets, before it gets too dark and the effect dissipates. I love abstract images, your brain tells you the information you need for identification and the bokeh just draws you into the most important part of the image, the light, millions of tiny lights. I tried this out on larger landscapes from height, but it doesn’t work so well.