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  • These huge, gorgeous granite boulders have been formed over years of pounding and smashing by the Atlantic waves. Though some are half the length of a grown man's body, these boulders are like toy marbles in the grip of Sennens biggest storm waves. Even the solid granite breakwater has been worn smoother over history due to the attrition by the sea's load.
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  • Rock puzzles. The logical but nevertheless extraordinary juxtapositions of boulders and cliffs, pegs and holes. Here, a huge boulder almost five foot high appear to have rolled out of it's natural slot. How does anything this huge and this heavy get moved so easily other than by universal forces !
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  • Cape Cornwall headland near St Just projects into a treacherous stretch of Atlantic Ocean here in South West Cornwall. In the cove to the North of the point, huge granite boulders have been rounded and smoothed over eons and await the powerful waves each high tide.
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  • Cape Cornwall headland near St Just projects into a treacherous stretch of Atlantic Ocean here in South West Cornwall. In the cove to the North of the point, huge granite boulders have been rounded and smoothed over eons and await the powerful waves each high tide.
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  • Large, two foot wide, perfectly rounded and amazingly smooth, extremely heavyweight granite boulders in this faraway cove are gently and regularly caressed by the softest grasses growing from between the sensual curves. At the back of the beach the grasses almost completely envelop the boulders and the contrast between hard and soft, organic and inorganic, solid and delicate, static and moveable was richly obvious. I could have spent a whole day at this long boulder cove, immersed in the sensuality of such beautiful forms and contrasts..
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  • In this cove of high erosion from weather and huge Atlantic waves, arose order. Boulders rounded like giant eggs seemed so beautifully placed in the gritty dark sand, left perfectly even by the receding ocean
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  • Cornwall, mid February. The weather had been stunning all week but the sea was still throwing some massive waves at the coast. Even in the relative shelter of the cove itself, huge granite boulders await further attrition from the advancing Atlantic swell.
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  • In this cove of high erosion from weather and huge Atlantic waves, arose order. Boulders rounded like giant eggs seemed so beautifully placed in the gritty dark sand, left perfectly even by the receding ocean
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  • An amazing holed stone in a river on Dartmoor
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  • A crystal clear, calm lake, Llyn Cwm Bychan,  sits beneath the Rhinogydd hills, from where the Roman Steps lead up over a col, and down into the valleys beyond. It is thought however that the 'Roman' steps may be more of a Drover's Path than Roman thoroughfare?
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  • The light dropped rapidly and here on the far side of the smoothed Atlantic pounded granite rock now looked dark and impassable. Deep rock pools contained small life forms darting from side to side waiting for the advancing high tide.
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  • Dinas Dinlle is a vast beach beyond Caernarfon Airport. As the tide retreats it leaves a huge inviting expanse of sand, to be enjoyed by everyone and everything from walkers to oystercatchers, until the tide once again makes its long journey back towards the cliffs.
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  • From my book<br />
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"Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)" available here on my website<br />
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The deserted valley and quarrying village of Nant Gwrtheyrn, North Wales. Now restored as a Welsh language & conference centre.
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  • Evening sunlight over 'Gyrn’ in the Carneddau mountains of Snowdonia, Wales.
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  • The beautiful smoothed granite rocks looked like giant pieces of disused bubble gum, soaked and literally glowing in stunning evening sunlight facing the Atlantic Ocean
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  • From my book<br />
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"Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)" available here on my website<br />
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The deserted valley and quarrying village of Nant Gwrtheyrn, North Wales. Now restored as a Welsh language & conference centre.
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  • Sunset over the Brison rocks seen from Porth Nanven, SW Cornwall.
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  • I have been captivated by this huge and isolated granite boulder at Land’s End since my early twenties, when I used to spend much time rock-climbing in the area. I’ve even photographed it a couple of times over the years, but today was the day when the boulder best depicted a large head and scowling face staring at the sky above. <br />
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In the darkness of present times he’s saying “Oh my God, what have you let us become?”
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  • August on Dartmoor. After months of earth-scorching summer the elements during our three day trip to this magical national park in the South West turned out to be mixed to say the least. Brooding clouds hovered over dark hillsides and the sun glowed rather than shone, through thin patches of grey blanket overhead. <br />
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I was taken aback by how lush the valleys were, so much more tree cover than here in North Wales. The variation in the vegetation was also surprising, creating quite a tapestry of earthy greens and browns. Of course, the most exciting aspect of this landscape for me, is the granite beneath, sometimes punching upwards as huge sculptural tors, monuments amidst acres of silent grasses and foliage. I find Dartmoor uniquely spiritual, enchanting even and I can’g wait to return.
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  • August, the holidays in full swing. The sun is clear in the sky and the sand is warm. I walk barefoot through deep pools on the beach and it’s like standing in a bath. There is something about shimmering water that mesmerises me, and I wish the still photo could show that iridescence
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  • I couldn't help but be impressed by the beautiful rounded shapes of these granite marbles, created by years of being rolled around in this organic looking chasm. This image was used as the main publicity image for the Celtic Connections touring exhibition which started in 2005 at Oriel Ynys Môn.
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  • Retreating off the summit as huge sheets of rain swept across the peninsula, a most beautiful rounded granite boulder stood proud against the dark stunted vegetation all round. The wind ruffled the grasses as drops of rain started spitting in my face and then the stone sphere glistened under a torrential downpour, just one of millions in it's own process of shaping and growing older.
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  • Comical but very cute African Penguins at Boulders Beach south of Cape Town, South Africa
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  • The forecast was for mixed weather but thankfully we never ‘quite’ saw rain. Here on the coast of West Penwith a river tumbles down through the boulders to join the Atlantic Ocean. Brief moments of sunshine illuminated the flowing water and everything sparkled. The clouds closed in, the wind increased and the cold intensified but my mood was as bright and alive as the view I was offered.
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  • I looked around because I could hear people talking but there was no one there. I moved across the beach shooting a couple of frames of the boulders and the voices were getting louder. I was expecting to see a small group of people appearing in the valley at any moment to ruin my peace.<br />
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The people never did appear, not because they had diverted or turned back, but because they never existed. As I drew closer to the left hand side of the beach the talkers revealed themselves. A fast flowing stream was carving it's way down the beach and some small boulders were caught in a white water trap, endlessly rolling round and round, air trapping, gurgling currents holding the stones in deep flowing conversation.
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  • Waves on an incoming tide  flow around large granite boulders on the shoreline of the Atlantic Coast at Sennen, West Penwith Cornwall.
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  • Below the old quarry workings, in this granite rich bay, lie huge hard rock boulders, gradually, imperceptibly being smoothed and rounded by the constant action of wave generated attrition. The mountains behind reach almost 2000ft but here on the shore, it's foundations are gradually being eroded away.<br />
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From my book<br />
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"Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)" available here on my website<br />
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The deserted valley and quarrying village of Nant Gwrtheyrn, North Wales. Now restored as a Welsh language & conference centre.
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  • Comical but very cute African Penguins at Boulders Beach south of Cape Town, South Africa
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  • Nanven Boulders
  • "......The sea had now covered much more of the beach, and some previously isolated colourful boulders were now being licked by the gentle ripples. I looked around because I could hear people talking but there was no one there. I moved across the beach shooting a couple of frames of the boulders and the voices were getting louder. I was expecting to see a small group of people appearing in the valley at any moment to ruin my peace....."
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  • Incredible early morning light in hidden coves in West Cornwall. The hard granite had been smoothed and rounded by a millenia of pounding by the force of the Atlantic Ocean which hits this coast full on.
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  • Alone on a deserted beach - paradise. Thank God there still remain places here on this small Isle of Anglesey where you can escape the crowds and be at peace. The tide was dropping, sucking water out of the sand bar and with it the light reflections. A central core of light pulled me into the water, into the deep and into happiness.
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  • ....."The tide was .............. high! Not high enough to drown the caves but high enough to eliminate sand patterns. Hmmm. The light at 6.30 ish was surprisingly bright and high in the sky so I didn't even get the contrast and colours I wanted. I decided instead to enjoy the spring warmth, watch the gentle wavelets and observe the rising tide. I wandered as far out around the headland as I could, scrambling over rocks until I found a fantastic cave, with light at the rear! I ducked down and entered the cave. I discovered another tunnel at 45º joining it at the back, effectively forming a giant torch. I was surprised at the both the intensity of the light, but also the warmth of the light when seen in isolation from the rest of the sky and open landscape. It was very theatrical......"
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  • From my book Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)<br />
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This book is available for purchase here on www.glyndavies.com
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  • This place will always be special to me, simply because it’s always been special to my Mum & Dad in their later years. I know why they like it - a sense of space and the great outdoors but with the security of firm ground and a great cafe.
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  • Boat wreck exposed at low tide in a moody sunset, near Church Bay (Porth Swtan) North Anglesey. Holyhead mountain is the large hill in the background, situated on Holy Island.
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  • Surf foam at Gwenver Beach, South West Cornwall
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  • River from the countryside runs down the beach at Porth Crugmor until it meets the sea at a wide sandy cove.
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  • Sun behind a cloud over colonies of mussels at low tide, at Llanddona beach, Red Wharf Bay, Anglesey, Wales
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  • From my book<br />
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"Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)" available here on my website<br />
<br />
The deserted valley and quarrying village of Nant Gwrtheyrn, North Wales. Now restored as a Welsh language & conference centre.
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  • From my book Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)<br />
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This book is available for purchase here on www.glyndavies.com
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  • Beautiful, colour-rich dusk in a cove below Cape Cornwall, St Just, at dusk, a tin-mine hewed landscape within stone, multi millions of years old
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  • From my book<br />
<br />
"Nant Gwrtheyrn - Y Swyngyfaredd (The Enchantment)" available here on my website<br />
<br />
The deserted valley and quarrying village of Nant Gwrtheyrn, North Wales. Now restored as a Welsh language & conference centre.
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  • Available as 3 x A1 and 5 x A2 Limited Editions, but also unlimited A3 and A4 prints.
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  • In the early 19th Century, the capstone was rotated, and the uprights altered to support it. In the process the quoit was lowered considerably. It was said that originally a horse and rider could pass comfortably beneath it. It may originally have been as long as 60 feet in length and is estimated to have been erected in 2500 BC.  In the background stands the famous Ding Ding Mine, where Cornish miners toiled hard to extract tin for world export. It's ironic that whilst we were pulling out precious metals we were simultaneously sinking ancient monuments !
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  • I’ve seen elephants in zoos, restricted, moving around in circles, stared at by the thousands of noisy visitors - such a desperate form of existence. In the 111 year old and 22,270 km² Etosha National Park in North West Namibia however, I was for the first time able to see these truly magnificent creatures in their natural habitat. Watching David Attenborough programs is always a delight but nothing prepares you for the sheer awe of seeing these animals in real life in their own world.<br />
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From the heavily corrugated dust track, the first thing I saw was what looked like a huge rounded boulder beyond a hillock, but as we drove to the crest of the mound we realised it was in fact the head of a huge African elephant standing at a waterhole! This was real & I’ve never felt so small or humbled by wildlife. There are strict instructions never to leave your vehicle whilst in the park so I had to accept that looking out of the window was the best I was going to get.<br />
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Around us herds of Zebra were drinking, running and frolicking with each other. Springbok daintily skipped past & Oryx and Giraffe were there too. Hundreds of birds flitted about & falcons & other birds of prey circled overhead. It was a visual tapestry of wildlife with so many species all measuring each other up and acknowledging the hierarchies at the hole. What struck me most was the grace of motion of the elephants. Every movement of foot or trunk was slow, fluid & purposeful. At times they were just like living statues, almost motionless, just studying the world about them, and at other times when walking, able to cover big distances so quickly but so gently. I was aware that they were aware of us, large eyeballs measuring us up but not seeming irritated or intimidated.<br />
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It was hard (especially from the car window) to take in the reality of it all rather than still imagining it was a TV program. I also felt deeply sad that it’s only a matter of time before wild elephants are hunted to extinction.
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  • Nominee in 10th Annual Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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Bitter low cloud shrouded the mountain summit. She lay on the coffin shaped boulder, the cold rock surface pressing into the delicate skin of her back, warmth radiating upwards into the winter air. She said she felt a sense of calm in the blanketed silence of her situation, more aware than ever of her living connection to the earth and the elements.
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  • "I couldn’t work out what was happening. I wasn’t sure whether she had been injured; was being rescued; had died or was being sacrificed! Whatever their purpose, his task was formidable carrying a seemingly lifeless figure up a steep mountain of sharp, rough rock, the sun blazing on his back and every boulder an energy-sapping obstacle to his final goal. It has always intrigued me, that as we go about our own daily lives, often worrying about one thing or another, that other people face their own huge challenges both emotional and physical, that often go unrecognised or appreciated by the rest of society. I just happened to be there at the time to witness this journey of the couple and I just hope the woman was okay. I shouted up to ask if they wanted help but he was oblivious to my call and seemed full of personal intent anyway"
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  • I’ve found it fascinating, the small colonies of limpets clinging to the smooth boulder surface, awaiting the next battering from the open Irish Sea, yet they seem resolute, at one with the stone, protected by it, security against all odds. The parallel with the Island of 20,000 saints, Ynys Enlli, in the far right distance, was to me quite profound
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  • The sun lies, there was NO warmth up here, just a severe and bitterly cold wind blowing from the East over the Carneddau. Slices of sunshine simply skimmed right off the snow surface and was lost in the air. The only compromise was the perfectly rounded and deeply satisfying contour of Moel Wnion in the sunlit distance.
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  • A baboon on the boulder beach at Cape of Good Hope, South Africa.
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  • I’ve seen elephants in zoos of course, restricted, moving around in circles, stared at by the thousands of noisy visitors - such a desperate form of existence. In the 22,270 km² Etosha National Park in NW Namibia however, I was for the first time able to see these truly magnificent creatures in their natural habitat. Watching David Attenborough programs on TV is always a delight, but nothing prepares you for the sheer awe of seeing these animals in real life in their own world.<br />
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From the heavily corrugated dust track we were on, the first thing I saw was what looked like a huge rounded granite boulder over the top of a hillock, but as we drove to the crest of the mound we realised it was in fact the head of a huge African elephant standing at a waterhole! This was real and I’ve never felt so small or humbled by natural wildlife. There are strict instructions never to leave your vehicle whilst in the park, so I had to accept that looking out of the window of our 4x4 was the best I was going to get.<br />
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All around us herds of Zebra were also drinking, running & frolicking with each other. Springbok daintily skipped past & Oryx & Giraffes were all there too. Hundreds of birds flitted about and falcons and other birds of prey circled overhead. It was a visual tapestry of wildlife with so many species all measuring each other up and acknowledging the hierarchies at the hole. What struck me most was the grace of motion of the elephants. Every movement of foot or trunk was slow, fluid & purposeful. At times they were just like living statues, almost motionless, just studying the world about them & at other times when walking, able to cover big distances so quickly but so gently. I was aware that they were aware of us, large eyeballs measuring us up but not seeming irritated or intimidated.<br />
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It was hard (especially looking from the car window) to take in the reality of it all rather than still imagining it was a TV program. I also felt deeply sad that it’s only a mat
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  • International Colour Awards 2015 - Honourable Mention in "Nudes" category<br />
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Life and death are intrinsically linked. The woman lies at the entrance to a womb and a tomb. The gigantic boulder moves in this tiny cove, sometimes blocking the tomb entrance and other times completely exposing Mother Earth. Her delicate figure may just have been born of the bleeding land, or maybe is ready for the next journey, awaiting the hand that will lift her lifeless form and free her spirit.
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  • There was a torrent of water in the narrow river powering down the dark valley. The sound was just audible from a distance, but up close it was noisy and relentless, yet at the same time captivating, mesmerising even.<br />
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I had seen the woman from the mountain ridge, swimming upriver from the valley below, like a salmon to its breeding ground. Every so often she was forced to stand, in order to navigate her way through the waterfalls that interspersed her ascent to the river’s source.<br />
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By the time I reached the valley floor she had temporarily left the water to stretch her lean muscles after such a magnificent effort. The air was warm and her wet skin started to dry in the gentle breeze. When the midges began to surround her, she re-entered the river, squeezed her naked body through large black boulders and in a moment, had slipped into a deep pool. The last I saw of her was no more than an undulating flash of pale skin under the dark water and then she was gone.
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  • UK; British Isles; Wales; Anglesey; Ynys Mon; Church Bay; Porth Swtan; Irish Sea; sea; water; sunset; shore; shoreline; boulders; dusk; tranquil; evening; Coast; coastline; tide; Holyhead, Holyhead Mountain,
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  • "She was confused. She’d fallen into a deep sleep in a remote cove but as the morning sun broke over the shadowy headland she realised she was now in the open and clearly visible.<br />
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When she saw me huddled against the nearby rocks hiding from the biting Northerly wind, she froze and then scowled at me. She hadn’t been exposed to a man before but I talked reassuringly to her, and she soon came to understand that I posed no threat.<br />
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For maybe twenty minutes she alternated between swimming around the pool and pulling herself up onto the boulders to talk with me. She seemed to enjoy conversation. She loved her newfound confidence in being open in front of a man and she didn’t shy away as I asked her questions. I studied her as she studied me and we had an understanding of the fascination in each other.<br />
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As waves started crashing in on the advancing tide, she swam to the far end of the pool. She studied me intently one last time and with a flick of her powerful tail she leapt the rock barrier into the ocean and she was gone. I knew though that as our paths had now crossed, this wouldn’t be our only encounter with each other, and I was right"
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  • I headed for the coast, desperate for fresh air, but the sky darkened and a huge blanket of grey formed overhead. Undeterred I kept going and amazingly on arrival at the beach, the cloud seperated and sunshine filtered and then burned through, splashing warm light across the wet sands. On the outgoing tide the sands were pristine and formed a wonderful layer in which the boulders created perfect pools and rivulets. I ended up on the beach until late dusk and the moon glinted overhead.
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  • Wave eroded low cliffs form smooth rounded boulders at Binigaus Beach, Menorca. Mediterranean waves crash over the rocks at sunset.
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  • Faults within faults, shadows form in darkness. The nude woman gently tests her footing on the slippery rock at the base of the cave, gripping hard edges to steady herself as she moves further into the vast wet chamber. Over millennia the force of the sea has exposed, pummelled and forced open the soft veins of this ancient stone but amazingly, in what seems almost perpetual night, life clings to the ribbed surfaces far inside. Sounds of the day are muffled, save for the relentless roar of the waves at low tide. It’s cool in here and the woman shivers in the damp air, her skin and muscles taut, her senses heightened to the strange environment. <br />
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In a moment she finds herself wading through a deep, smooth-bottomed pool and she inhales sharply as the water pushes between her open thighs. The water shallows and she feels painful hard pebbles and small boulders beneath her delicate feet. She is almost invisible now and only the crunching sound of the shingle reveals her location.  Then there is silence for a short while. As my eyes adjust, a gentle prick of light pierces the darkness beyond and gradually becomes more distinct. I now realise this is not just a cave it’s a tunnel. Across the small circle of light moves the slender silhouette of the woman and in a blink of the eye she was gone.
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  • There was a torrent of water in the narrow river powering down the dark valley. The sound was just audible from a distance, but up close it was noisy and relentless, yet at the same time captivating, mesmerising even.<br />
<br />
I had seen the woman from the mountain ridge, swimming upriver from the valley below, like a salmon to its breeding ground. Every so often she was forced to stand, in order to navigate her way through the waterfalls that interspersed her ascent to the river’s source.<br />
<br />
By the time I reached the valley floor she had temporarily left the water to stretch her lean muscles after such a magnificent effort. The air was warm and her wet skin started to dry in the gentle breeze. When the midges began to surround her, she re-entered the river, squeezed her naked body through large black boulders and in a moment, had slipped into a deep pool. The last I saw of her was no more than an undulating flash of pale skin under the dark water and then she was gone.
    The Caress of Air & Water
  • The boulders feel cool and smooth to the touch, pressing into his body, supporting his limbs. Formed over eons rather than decades, rounded and smoothed by the forces of nature, buried and then uncovered only to be further eroded. There is similarity between all of them, yet each holds characteristics of their own. He lies amongst them, at one with them and they feel familiar and comforting to him.<br />
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Morning sunlight spills onto his naked body in this dark cove, warming his skin in contrast to the cold boulders beneath. He feels more alive than ever as he soaks up the heat. His chest rises and falls as he breathes. His fingertips gently touch the surrounding stones and he can feel an almost imperceptible change in their temperature too. He connects with geological time.
    Amongst Friends
  • Revealed at low tide, a face in the boulders at Church Bay, North Anglesey. Holyhead Mountain in the background
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  • Boulders in sky reflection form small islands in a huge mirror-flat beach pool at Penmaenmawr, Gwynedd, North Wales. The Great Orme at Llandudno is illuminated in sunshine in the distance and the small island of Puffin Island can be seen far left.
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  • My first visit to this modern day shipwreck. I was delighted that I could get so close to this wreck and being alongside amongst giant granite boulders strewn with twisted metal and hull plates made me very aware of how powerful the sea really is. There was the constant creaking of metal from the sea adge as waves lifted and dropped sections of twisted metal as large as four men head to toe. It was actually a little eerie in this zawn of a dead ship surrounded by towering granite cliffs of Land's End.
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  • The superb rounded boulders created over thousands of years rolling around in this cove, were strangely and easily covered by shifting levels of grey sand. The gentle river tumbling down from the Cot Valley carved it's own niche, exposing once again the beautiful granite eggs.
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  • Such beautiful sunlight but quite an unnerving position down there in the gully. The waves appeared regular but every now and then rigue waves appeared, crashing over the large boulders in front of me and blasting spray over me and the camera.<br />
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I’ve visited this arch many times over the years but after hearing of the recent collapse of the Azure Window arch in Gozo, Malta, I felt the urge to revisit our own wonderful coastal feature here at Bwa Gwyn.
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  • Nominee in Nude / B&W Spider Awards 2017<br />
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She was confused. She’d fallen into a deep sleep in a remote cove but as the morning sun broke over the shadowy headland she realised she was now in the open and clearly visible. <br />
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When she saw me huddled against the nearby rocks hiding from the biting Northerly wind, she froze and then scowled at me. She hadn’t been exposed to a man before but I talked reassuringly to her, and she soon came to understand that I posed no threat. <br />
<br />
For maybe twenty minutes she alternated between swimming around the pool and pulling herself up onto the boulders to talk with me. She seemed to enjoy conversation. She loved her newfound confidence in being open in front of a man and she didn’t shy away as I asked her questions. I studied her as she studied me and we had an understanding of the fascination in each other. <br />
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As waves started crashing in on the advancing tide, she swam to the far end of the pool. She studied me intently one last time and with a flick of her powerful tail she leapt the rock barrier into the ocean and she was gone.  I knew though that as our paths had now crossed, this wouldn’t be our only encounter with each other, and I was right.
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