Meadows, forests and weather, mostly on the long way home.
A spare study of a forest road, low sun and the focus that arrives before the first kilometre. The empty tarmac, the restrained palette and the long shadows reduce the morning to weather, movement and a single clear line. The…
A green aurora over still water and one figure waiting for it to move. The series is about the hours after midnight: long exposures, cold hands and the patience of standing on a shore for a sky that changes every…
A leaf still heavy with water and a butterfly that stayed long enough for three frames. The garden returns to colour after the storm, one drop at a time, while the light comes and goes between the clouds. Storm light…
The arch is a twenty minute scramble from the road and worth every scraped knee. I waited for the sun to come round the headland, and when it did the whole face of the cliff turned the colour of a…
The poppies were the reason for the drive, and for once the reason was enough. By seven the field had gone from red to redder and the light had come down to the height of the flowers. Long lens, wide…
A dune does not hurry, and at dawn neither should you. The ripples in the sand are the wind's handwriting from the night before; the only thing that has crossed them is my own shadow, kept out of the frame.
Four birds against a sky the colour of paper, photographed from a field at the end of the season. There were hundreds; the frame is the four that happened to line up. The exposure sits two stops over what the…
A fly on a garden path, photographed with a macro lens and more patience than the subject deserved. At this distance the eyes are two orange lamps and the stripes on the back look painted. The working distance is four…
A blue bird, a nest the size of an egg cup and three mornings in a hide at the bottom of the garden. The picture is the one where it looked at the nest instead of at me. Long lens,…
New work, field notes and the occasional dispatch from wherever the light is good.