
Skilled hands and sharp tools
Reveal captured light in glass.
The artisan’s craft.
When you have a friend who works in stained glass it would be rude not to take a photograph in the studio.

Skilled hands and sharp tools
Reveal captured light in glass.
The artisan’s craft.
When you have a friend who works in stained glass it would be rude not to take a photograph in the studio.

PL twenty six.
Waiting for the next high tide
to go out and work
Let’s be honest, no photo collection is complete without a bit of rust. This fishing boat was at a foggy Newlyn harbour in Cornwall early one morning. I am only guessing it was waiting for the tide to finish coming in.

Leaning guardians
Listen to the wind’s secrets
Rustling in the leaves
A beautiful location, discovered after watching a video by Gary Gough, one of my favourite photographers. This woodland path is photogenic in all weathers and seasons. According to the locals I met it is most magical in the moonlight. Just watch out for the headless horseman.

At the City ground,
Reflecting on the season.
Better than we hoped.
Not the normal photo of a football ground, but the reflections of the flats from across the river made for something quite interesting.

Distant Isles beckon,
Wreathed in cloud, shrouded from view,
More rain on the way.
One reason Ireland is so green is the predictably unpredictable weather. Just sitting and watching the weather is a perfect stress relief.

The scene looks serene.
Matchstick people on the sands,
Not swimming – too cold.
Always amazing how eerily still it can feel, with a fog on the hills and an almost calm sea. A beach on the west coast of Ireland

Through the arched doorway
Myths of legendary Kings,
Arthurian legend.
Tintagel in Cornwall is allegedly the seat of King Arthur, of round table and Merlin fame. The castle ruins are quite spectacular, but the way out through this particular door is not for the faint hearted.

Unstoppable force
Set free by the wind and tide.
Boy stands defiant
Taken during a stormy day at Scarborough on the east coast. I was waiting for a decent wave to photograph, and saw King Canute here facing down the seas. Needless to say, a fraction of a second later he was totally soaked. Wave 1 : Boy 0