We are made up of layers, cells, constellations…

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.

Carsethorn

Dusty Sunlight…

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…

Blencathra

On a Plain…

Whitestone Moor

What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye.

But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Whitestone Moor
Whitestone Moor
Askham Fell
Askham Fell

Ice, Ice, Baby…

Reykjavik

A few more shots of Iceland for you, in this image of the city of Reykjavik you can see the dark blue Harpa Building on the right at the harbour, this is a beautiful modern concert hall and conference centre. I had the best trip to Iceland and was so sad to leave, but this week I booked return flights to visit again in February 2015. This time I will be more prepared with 10,000 lens wipes.

Reykjavik
Reykjavik
Snæfellsjökull National Park
Snæfellsjökull National Park
Icelandic Ponies
Icelandic Ponies
Gullfoss Falls
Gullfoss Falls
Selfoss Sunrise
Selfoss Sunrise
Snæfellsjökull National Park
Snæfellsjökull National Park

I want a life that sizzles and pops…

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes.

I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact colour of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.  – Shauna Niequist

Bamburgh

Changing Horizons…

Nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. – Into the Wild, Jon Krakauer

Bamburgh Beach

My heart just caves in…

And my heart caves in when I look at you – Man Overboard

I wanted to show you this image tonight, these lyrics mirror how I feel when I see landscapes like this one. There doesn’t need to loads of bright light to take great photographs, but you do need a little good quality light. I had to travel into Keswick this morning and this is how the mountains looked – It is so breathtaking, I am a complete sucker for mist like this.

I think shots like this one are very under-rated, this was shot at St John in the Vale looking up towards Great Dodd. This particular valley is always brilliant for mist, once I saw it rolling around the valley like it was alive, like it was an ocean, I suppose it was just the force of the breeze which made it appear to be moving so fast, but my heart just caved in…

St John in the Vale

 

I want Eternity…

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I’ll never recover. You’re in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love’s not a strong enough word – you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It’ll never be enough, I want eternity… – Nalini Singh, Kiss of Snow.

Windermere