Posts from the category Landscape photography
The rain clouds lift and show what beauty they have strewn across the higher mountains in our region.
I am auctioning off a single print of one of my photographs to the highest bidder to support the earthquake victims in Haiti.
A tremendously colourful winter sunset in Brienz, where I used to work, looking from the small tourist village along the lake to Interlaken.
Continuing in the series of individual photos along the Thames which I took in 1999 for a City and Guilds photo course.
One of the many hundreds of gems which lie in folders in my cupboard; one of the thousands of frames taken over the years with traditional film cameras.
Elegug Stacks are two limestone pillars standing freely, a short distance from the cliffs on the coastline of Pembrokeshire in south west Wales. Due to their inaccessibility, a multitude of birds are allowed to breed in comparative peace.
We drove around back streets before asking a local for directions to the cliff-top lighthouse above Cromer, on the north coast of Norfolk. Against advice, we bumped up a narrow track to a small clearing, gained grudging permission from the lighthouse keepers to park the car, and set out through the drizzle to photograph the…
Leaving the car parked in mud, we walked a little way along the side of a narrow dyke to a main water way in the Norfolk Broads. As I was scouting the best place from which to shoot this, the Thurne Dyke wind pump, we found a large rabbit stumbling along, almost overcome by myxomatosis.…
Wonderfully happy memories of flying to Scotland last Christmas, spending time with Jo’s parents and later waking up with my love for our first Christmas Day together, at my parents’ house in England. This shot – a wobbly long-exposure I took using a tripod kindly lent for the evening by Jo’s dad – was taken…
A tiny cottage buried in a vineyard near our home in Spiez, which is festooned with fairy lights around Christmas time. One could well imagine that it’d make a lovely little hidey hole, away from the crowds, where one could half expect to meet Annie Hawes and her sister preparing their own wine.
