“I believe everyday you should have at least one exquisite moment” – Audrey Hepburn
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks and monuments,
and kiss you in every beautiful place,
so that you can never go back to them
without tasting me, like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave, you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
– Gabriel Gadfly.
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.