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  • As a village, and cove, I can romanticise about this place. It feels Cornish, and its strong links with the sea, fishing boats, pilot gigs, lifeboats and shipwrecks (of which a recent one lies just around the corner) all help to re-enforce this romantacism. However, although swamped by visitors in the summer, and now largely dominated by holiday homes, this place is still actively involved with all these activities and for me therefore, Sennen will always be what I've loved best about the life and culture of Cornwall.
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  • Storm at Sennen Cove, West Penwith, Cornwall, where Atlantic waves broke over the small harbour wall on the South side of the wide bay. Cape Cornwall headland near St Just can be seen in the background.
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  • The morning sunshine burned through the cool March air and for a moment it appeared as if summer. <br />
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Nestling into the back of this peaceful cove are the Victorian silica brickworks of Porth Wen. Today the silence was only broken by the call of Oystercatcher and the twitter of sparrows in the hedges behind me,  so different to the noise of the industry here before 1949. I’m always fascinated by the way nature gradually reclaims man’s footprints, but in the meantime I enjoy a glimpse at history, and the chance to imagine what once was.
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  • Spring Trees at the base of the gigantic 300' ancient waterfall of Malham Cove, reach for the last of the evening sunshine whilst rock climbers practice on the shadowy walls of the cliffs behind
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  • I’ve been hit by an awful virus over Christmas, which has led to arrhythmia attacks that together, have left me sleepless, wiped out and light-headed. I felt the need for fresh air on Boxing Day but even as I walked alone across the beach my feet were hardly touching the ground, I felt as though I was floating. I don’t know how I managed as my feet didn’t seem to make proper contact with the rock, but I scrambled across the reef to this calm pool where heavy stones also seemed to be floating. <br />
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There was no one around and all I could hear was the gentle lapping of waves on the rocks beyond, and my own feet on the shingle in this minuscule cove. There was a sombre feeling to the place and the rock was damp and greasy, and yet, I also relished the timelessness of the geology and the sea, the predictability of the tide and the pattern of night and day. I was reassured that no matter what happens to me, the planet just keeps on turning and that as a human, I’m no more special than anything else that lives and dies on earth.
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  • Brilliant sunshine and gale force winds made for an incredible light over the cove of Porth Trecastell.<br />
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As I stood on the cliff top and looked towards the horizon, I had the illusion of low flying over the long wind-blown Marram Grass and the sand of the cove beyond. <br />
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I felt uplifted in so many ways. This was a place I’ve swam and surfed and taken the kids swimming. My life is racing on at such a pace, history left in my wake and yet, the place remains fundamentally unchanged, and will create many more memories for so many more people in the future after my own lights have dimmed. A very special place.
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  • Rough surf from the Irish Sea in stormy weather forces it's way into the narrow cove of Porth Trecastell (Cable Bay) West Anglesey, Wales. On the windswept headland, Sea Pink (Thrift) blows amongst long grass covering the burial mound of Barclodiad Y Gawres,
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  • Rough seas from stormy weather crash against the cliffs at the headland of Porth Trecastell (Cable Bay) West Anglesey, Wales. Sea Pink (Thrift) blows amongst thr rocky cliff top as surf crashes into the cove below.
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  • Sunset over crystal clear rock pool in low cliffs near Rhosneigr, Anglesey, Wales
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  • Sunset after rain at Porth Dafarch, a narrow cove with a sandy beach, very popular with tourists. As the tide retreats numerous streams from surrounding coutryside cut their way through the soft sands.
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  • Nothing is forever. The rock, millions of years old, is gradually being eroded away, battered and smoothed by repeated attrition from waves, pebbles and sand. There is beauty in it transformation, smooth forms now replace harsh jagged edges and identifiable shapes, faces and objects appear as joints are exploited and widened. <br />
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A huge chair has appeared in a tiny cove, pale and curvaceous like the woman of the cove. At each low tide she can be seen sitting there on it’s rounded granite cushion, surveying her environment, enjoying the breeze in her hair and the warm sunshine on her naked skin. <br />
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This chair has seen many angels, healers and mermaids and although this woman is the blink of an eye in geological terms, when she has returned to the sea another wonder will take her place. It’s always been the way at this magical cove.
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  • A Cornish evening - Church Cove<br />
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© Glyn Davies - All Rights Reserved
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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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  • Stormy Winter sunshine illuminates beautiful Atlantic surf powering into the incredibly dramatic Kynance Cove on the Lizard Peninsula in Cornwall.
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  • Loving Connections” Sennen Cove, Cornwall (Jan 2016) - Fantastic light and wide open spaces on this huge white sand beach in South West Cornwall. I loved the rivulets from the surroundings hills, tumbling across the beach towards the open sea. We have been blessed this trip, with gorgeous light, warm temperatures and super company.
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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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  • 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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  • 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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  • 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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  • International Color Awards 2016 - Nominee in "Nature" category<br />
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A solitary house bathed in late afternoon sunlight in dramatic weather overlooks this secluded little cove on North Anglesey, where streams run down to the sea.
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  • A sudden and MASSIVE squall passed over the small ex fishing cove of Moelfre but clear brilliant low sunshine continued throughout. It was like an enormous explosion rising into the sky.
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  • At the end of the day, when the crowds have gone, it is easier to imagine how old this place is. Long before the fishing nets, round house and life-boats, these sands and granite cliffs witnessed the dramatic beauty of the ever changing skies and seas. Everything else is just so temporary, so I like the imagination this place stimulates.
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  • After a bitterly cold but sunlit 8.5 mile landscape topography walk, during which we experienced sunburn and snow flurries at the same time, it was a welcome sight to see the gleaming white path leading from the ancient 300ft waterfall of Malham Cove, through the rolling green farmland back into Malham village, where we’d left the van.
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  • Dramatic evening sunlight catches the West facing cliffs of a limestone gorge above Malham Cove in the Yorkshire Dales. It looks warm and vibrant but the wind was arctic and sunlight was mixed with snow flurries
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  • Stunningly beautiful sunset, even though the sun actually set behind me, but the colours left behind, washing all over the white foamy sea was awesome...© Glyn Davies - All Rights Reserved
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  • We had just arrived in Cornwall, mid February, and it was an early morning stroll along the front. Although you couldn't tell from the cove itself, there was a huge swell running and on the incoming tide the quay took a sunlit battering. It was so good to be back in West Penwith!
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  • White Beach, Eastern Anglesey
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  • The pretty coastal centre of the fishing, now tourist village of Moelfre, East Anglesey at dusk.
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  • Intense sunshine illuminates wet rocks after heavy rain on the headland at Porth Dafarch, Holy Island, West Anglesey
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  • Trearddur Bay afternoon
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  • White Beach, Eastern Anglesey
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  • Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Architecture category) <br />
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Now disused by the #RNLI the old Lizard Lifeboat House still stands, now houses the gear of the Lizard fishermen. It is gradually looking more dilapidated each time I visit but it will always stand as a reminder to me, at Britain’s most Southerly point, of a place from which the bravest men risked their lives to save the lives of hundreds and hundreds of floundering souls at this notorious peninsula. <br />
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To me, the red is not just the gunwale of a boat, but blood, an artery - a lifeline for the sailors against the darkness of their situation.
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  • Powerful storm waves crash over Sennen breakwater at sunset, with the RNLI slipway in the foreground, South West Cornwall
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  • Nanven Boulders
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  • Dramatic Autumnal evening light over perfect wave-smoothed sand in West Penwith, Cornwall.
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  • Traditional fields, white-washed roofs of Anglesey cottages, the ancient mine at Mynydd Parys in the middle distance and in the far distance, the high peaks of Tryfan and Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon).  Shot from above the brick works at Porth Wen,
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  • "In a way, this was ALL about the sea, the waves and movement, the sky played the role of illuminator only. I became transfixed by the recurring rhythms which occur where waves meet shore.<br />
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At first there is the obvious repetition of waves reaching the shore and dumping their energy. Then there is the apparent chaos of individual waves, which never form the same shapes, height or angle. But then, especially when using a slightly slower shutter speed on the camera, it’s possible to clarify just how much underlying consistency of rhythm there is below the choppy surface, influenced by the shape of the beach in relation to the speed and direction of the waves.<br />
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Although large sweeps of watery sheets seem to slide at all angles over the shore, certain strong lines of confluence emerge, where bodies of water meet bodies of water and the energy is consistently channelled in one direction, like standing waves. On what had been a solitary, dreary afternoon of being out just for fresh air, I had become extremely excited by my heightened awareness of rhythm within chaos, and I may now be able to use that to create perspective in everyday life!"
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  • The ladder is utilitarian, it has a purpose for any sailor who uses the breakwater but nevertheless, it's iron strength and rusty bolts pale into insignificance when the juggernaut Atlantic waves coming knocking at the door. It just looks so incongruous in these conditions!
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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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  • Cape Cornwall
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  • January 2004, Big seas lashed the west coast of Anglesey, and strong waves pushed their way into the small cove at Porth Nobla, under the ancient burial mound of Barclodiad y Gawres.
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  • Waves at sunset, crashing into the small rocky cove at south of South Stack on Holy Island, Anglesey, Wales,
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  • Christmas Day 2011 - instead of pigging out on Christmas dinners and excesses of booze, I did a two hour cliff walk on North Anglesey, and battled with massive buffeting gusts of wind blowing off the Irish Sea, and sea spray sweeping over the headlands. I found a partly sheltered cove in which to eat cheese sarnies and a mince pie, washed down with hot coffee. Amazingly the rain held off for the whole walk which was fortunate but I also saw some of the only glimpses of sunshine in North Wales that day, which backlit the huge seas crashing against the Anglesey cliffs.
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  • A piece of driftwood jammed in the sand at Silver Bay, Anglesey get washed by incoming waves in the cove at sunset, during stormy, wet weather.
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  • Christmas Day 2011 - instead of pigging out on Christmas dinners and excesses of booze, I did a two hour cliff walk on North Anglesey, and battled with massive buffeting gusts of wind blowing off the Irish Sea, and sea spray sweeping over the headlands. I found a partly sheltered cove in which to eat cheese sarnies and a mince pie, washed down with hot coffee. Amazingly the rain held off for the whole walk which was fortunate but I also saw some of the only glimpses of sunshine in North Wales that day, which backlit the huge seas crashing against the Anglesey cliffs.
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  • Covered Neolithic burial chamber of Barclodiad y Gawres forming one side of Porth Trecastell cove, West Anglesey, North Wales. Sea Pink (Thrift) grows in the foreground.
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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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  • A sudden and MASSIVE squall passed over the small ex fishing cove of Moelfre but clear brilliant low sunshine continued throughout. It was like an enormous explosion rising into the sky.
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  • Amazingly, these incredible red cliffs that look so loose and friable, are actually well known for rock climbing. Tenuous, pumpy, scary and overhanging climbs meander up this battle-zone between land and sea. The gigantic broken block in the small cove says it all. Many years ago I bottled out of an extreme climb just around the corner, but I do have an urge to have a go at this cliff on a calm sunny afternoon soon.
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  • After a hot sunny walk around from the cove at Porth Dafarch, we were confronted with this eerie, mist covered rocky landscape at South Stack. It was bizarre because everywhere else was just so hot and sunny. The sound of the foghorn helped to let us know it was lost in the mist!
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  • I do love silence, well, silence from human noise at least. This evening was so quiet that I could hear the almost imperceptible sound of the rising tide creeping up the shoreline, spilling into tiny ripples in the sand banks and flooding into small sand pools. As often here on the Afon Menai, I could hear the isolated sounds of two waders, a solitary Oystercatcher flitting over the surface of the strait, and a Curlew feeding on the rapidly disappearing shoreline.<br />
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It was yet another dull summer day, wind, rain and eventually a heavy, deadening mizzle, and yet there was also a delicate beauty about the subtly changing scene. The grey sky-blanket wasn't really solid, but an ever-morphing backdrop of monochromatic tones, more like a vaporous dance of silks on a washing line.<br />
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Once again I sheltered under a huge brolly, a dark, warm cove of protection from the elements racing in from the open sea to the West. The landscape became a view, separated from me until I lowered the brolly and felt the full effect of wind-blown rain on my face, smacking me back to reality. It was hard to believe such a pastel scene could exist within the wintry elements all about.
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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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  • International Color Awards 2016 - Nominee in "People" category<br />
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Even in the height of the summer, the weather and light in Cornwall can be dramatic and changeable. Huge seas battered the coast and pounded over the small quay wall at Sennen Cove. In some ways understandably, another visitor cheesed off with the lack of summer weather decided to enjoy the bracing Cornish waters anyway, much to the amusement if slight disbelief of the crowds of onlookers :-)
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  • "She was in that state between deep sleep and first opening of the eyes. She was resting in a remote cove and the early morning sunlight spilled over the headland and across her figure. Even for a mermaid the warm sunshine is always welcome and she could feel its life giving energy as she stirred"
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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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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in at Porthcurno Beach in West Cornwall.  I took this photo from the steps of the Minack Theatre built into the cliffs above this yellow sand cove. The last of the evening light can be seen on the sea surface as the white horse gallop into shadows nearer the shore.   The waves were powerful and the water crystal clear as always here, and the title and metaphor matched exactly what was going on in my mind at the time.
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  • So much of the very famous limestone pavement above Malham Cove itself, are highly polished and eroded due to sheer footfall, but just walk an extra mile or so and there are far wilder and actually more exciting pavements to marvel at. In the dramatic dark weather, low afternoon sunshine blasted across the landscape and the white limestone really came into it’s own visually.
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  • Derelict cottage sitting in open farmland near the tine cove of Porth Cwyfan at West Anglesey.
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  • Water floods out from fields via a drainage outlet as a half moon rises in the sky above the church of Eglwys Cwyfan in the cove of Porth Cwyfan, West Anglesey, Wales
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  • Waves creep over a sand bar at Silver Bay cove on North West Anglesey whilst clouds scurry overhead
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  • On a baking hot day we drove into the sunset across the rugged high cliff tops of West Portugal. Jani sat in the van to call her Mam whilst I wandered down to the rocky cove. As I walked out to the low tide mark, i realised the beach was absolutely massive, miles long to the North and pure sea washed sand. The cliffs looked even higher when looking back at them. The day as usual had been clear blue cloudless sky, so it was an extra bonus to see delicate clouds gently sliding Southwards across the horizon. I had the whole beach to myself and was in seventh Heaven. <br />
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However, when i turned to walk back to the car I noticed a young man curled up against the cliffs, clutching a beer bottle and looking most melancholy. I know that when I go into my dark patches, the beach becomes my salvation, my escape and my remedy - I empathised with this guy who had come miles to see the sunset on this spectacular and deserted coast.
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  • Clean surf rolling in at Kynance Cove on the Lizard Peninsula, South Cornwall.
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  • ".............I wandered at a slow pace along the water's edge, fascinated by the shifting arrangements of clouds, waves, wet sand and reflections. I loved the balancing act between wave forms, sand patterns and racing cumuli.  A little lady in green wellies marched ahead of me for most of the walk, fortunately leaving only evaporating footprints in the saturated sand. By the time I had reached the arch and a small cove within a beach, the little lady had finished her stroll, turned on her heels and disappeared back in the direction of the sheltered village, leaving me alone to enjoy the unspoilt beach.......'
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  • 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.
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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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  • 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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  • 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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  • "She was in that state between deep sleep and first opening of the eyes. She was resting in a remote cove and the early morning sunlight spilled over the headland and across her figure. Even for a mermaid the warm sunshine is always welcome and she could feel its life giving energy as she stirred"
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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 />
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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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  • 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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  • I've always loved Lamorna, the cove at the mouth of a huge tangled and lush green valley. In these woods I've stumbled across modern Pagan symbols and charms, I've been spooked by the numerous ghost stories and I'm convinced the woods are watching you. Surrounded by some of Cornwall's most famous burial mounds, standing stones, ancient settlements and Celtic crosses, it's not difficult to understand why us modern invaders are still being checked out by our ancestors. In contrast to the earthy Pagan charms, small paths sometimes lead to the most exclusive hidden cottages in Penwith, and ones I certainly will never ever be able to afford. In this shot, we have a metaphorical as well as literal choice of paths to take, and in this ancient, quiet and dripping woodland, we will find very different destinations.
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  • In the distance a thousand terns screech over the Skerries Lighthouse, but standing here on a headland above a dark cove there was nothing but silence, well apart from the delicate lapping of almost imperceptible waves on the shore, and the breath of two dolphins gracefully hunting for fish n the tranquil waters. There was a soul around, perfect solitude.
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  • We had seen a photographer standing in the tripod holes at the most popular spot on the island for taking pictures of this lighthouse, but we were quite surprised to see he hadn’t moved almost an hour and a half later. <br />
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I’ve never understood the obsession to photograph popular landmarks from well know spots, just to create an almost identical image to what thousands of others have already shot.  Sure if you happen to be passing and the light is mind-blowing then why not, but to hang around for hours seems to me at least, a waste of one’s life. There are dozens of amazing things to see and photograph in any one area; we just need to apply some creative thinking and astute observation.  <br />
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In our time at this tip of Llanddwyn Island, we had enjoyed exploring the coves, the amazing shingle beach and indeed the structure of the lighthouse itself. Equally, the racing clouds in the sky above fascinated me as did the incredible geology of the multi-coloured pillow lavas that form this small island.
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  • Small coves and inlets, characteristic topography of this amazing and varied isle.
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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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