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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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  • "Coming Home" shot just now!<br />
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Having been stranded in South Africa during the worst pandemic in a century, when poverty and related crime become as potentially dangerous as the virus itself, we were finally evacuated back to the UK by a British Government plane. We are so relieved to be back on Welsh soil, and to have the relative freedom to walk out of our front gates, something denied to us for more than three weeks in locked down South Africa.<br />
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We did a lovely walk today to try and regenerate ourselves and it was Heaven. We met several wonderful friends along the way, whom from several meters away, we were able to enjoy chatting with, revelling in human communication with others, again something denied during a total lockdown in South Africa.<br />
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We ended the walk via the Belgian Prom and honestly, Telford’s Bridge has never looked so solid, so magnificent, so secure, so timeless, so beautiful. That bridge has seen wars and diseases and big cultural changes, and it’s outlived us all. It was familiar, it was welcoming, it was reassuring and ‘normal’. Watching the tide roaring between the arches was mesmerising and levelling. We will have lost so many people to this awful, society and world changing disease, but the planet will keep on spinning, the tide will keep on turning and the sun will keep on shining regardless.<br />
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As I worry beyond all worry, about my Jani walking into a dangerous zone in the local hospital on a regular basis, and potentially bringing the danger home as well, I desperately try to remember that we all die eventually anyway, but that ‘life‘ will go on. It’s all a matter of time but I really don’t want anyone I love to go just yet.
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  • This was a handheld snap on the way home from the pub after celebrating my Mum’s birthday. When you look at scenes like this, it makes you realise just how damned lucky we are to live in such an incredible place.
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  • She is powerful; a woman of the mountains, born below this very hill. Half a century on, she is once again naked and as amazing as the day she was born. Almost literally a part of the land, her figure echoes the terrain whilst the spirit of her childhood still whispers in the long grass. These mountains will exist millions of years beyond the blip of human life, but I sense that the spirits of those who have connected to this land will remain eternally.
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  • After weeks of lockdown in South Africa, where we were not even allowed to leave the front gate except to get food, it has been a mental overdose of freedom to do something as simple as a little walk around our local town. We are luckier than some, in that at least we have the Menai Strait nearby, and fields to walk through. It’s liberating and uplifting and what I took for granted in the past now seems mesmerisingly beautiful, even when the light wasn’t perfect like today. Freedom is everything, and anyone who thinks prison is easy because they have TV and a pool table, clearly haven’t been self isolating properly, let alone experienced proper lockdown even in their own homes. No matter how big your TV or how many films you have to watch or books you have to read, when you are told you can't leave your from gate your own home becomes a prison and there suddenly becomes a desperate need to get outside! Prison is a mental killer
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  • A delicate light over a warm and sunny Beaumaris. One of those afternoons where you really didn't need to get back home.
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  • The old lighthouse, Twr Mawr can be seen beyond this end of four small cottages on Llanddwyn Island, Anglesey, which were built for the pilots who went out to meet boats needing to navigate into the ports further up the Menai Strait. This island was the home of Saint Dwynwen, the Welsh Patron Saint of Love. Llanddwyn Island is also an extension of the Newborough Nature Reserve.
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  • An extreme low tide revealed sections of sand bars I'd never seen before and at this distance even the dog walkers hadn't managed to destroy the purity of the sand sculptures. The sea was almost silent, the sun warm but the wind cold. I was the only one for miles on this end of the beach and I walked home alone.
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  • This really is the season of storms and gales. After days of torrential rain, fingers of sunshine searched through layers of cloud trying to make a clearing. I grabbed the opportunity after work today to see if I could catch any of this dramatic light. At the coast the light had already subdued but the wind remained extremely breezy. I carried just one camera and one lens and left the tripod in the van. I had literally just 10 minutes of tantalising sunset before dusk drew a darkening curtain across the windswept stage
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  • I love it when after leaving home which is covered by cold grey sky, I find myself half an hour later standing on a cliff top with sunshine warming my face. As the afternoon sunshine dropped lower in the sky, it broke below blankets of heavy cloud and blasted the sea and cliffs with intense light, illuminating rock pools and sharpening blades of rock. Getting to the sea has always meant escape to me, a chance of adventure and journey. Looking out towards a sunlit horizon means so much to me, especially hope.
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  • Sitting on the reef watching an incoming tide, bathed in warm early Spring sunshine, we were filled with hope and optimism for the Summer ahead. We drank hot coffee and ate home made sugared almond cake from a lovely German friend of ours. <br />
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As much as we enjoy the wild drama of the winter light and weather, we both crave the sunshine and warmth and a beach life. This was like an early injection of happiness.
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  • Absolutely beautiful conditions last night on the West coast of Anglesey where I did a long beach walk.  The weather over Menai was thunder and rain, but this was just at the edge of the weather front where low evening sunlight bathed the beach. On the outgoing tide the most perfect tiny waves pulsed towards the sand banks, backlit by the sunlight. It was like viewing a gigantic ripple tank experiment. The sun didn’t remain intense for long and turned to one of those hazy evening where sun disappeared behind a huge cloud bank, but it remained serene anyway and held a beauty of its own.
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  • Nominated in 10th (2017) International Colour Awards (Fine Art category) <br />
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RNLB Lilly & Vincent Anthony <br />
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Trent Class Lifeboat on temporary loan to Holyhead Lifeboat station<br />
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One of a series of images from my RNLI working project over the next year or so with Holyhead Lifeboat Station and Crew.
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  • Hills of the Llyn Peninsula from Llanddwyn Beach on Anglesey
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  • The large limestone stepping stones of Rhydd Gaer (The Blood Fort) , cross the Afon Braint River south of the village of Dwyran on Anglesey. The river itself leads to the Braint Estuary where it joins the Menai Strait and Caernarfon Bay. There is little agreed information about the history of these historical stones<br />
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"A young funny, dynamic 19 year old friend of ours has been missing since Christmas, and this river is his river, well in my mind it is, as it flows from his village to the sea. I was thinking about how lucky I am to simply be here, to breathe, to see, to live. The sunshine was sparkling on the water, the grass was lush and green, clouds scudded across a now clear sky and there was a cool crispness to the air, my fingers felt it, my face felt it, every bit of me was now awake and invigorated, but I wish I knew what had happened to the lad. We all think we know but nobody dares say anything, living in hope that our worst fears are proved wrong. It has been very hard for me to be near the sea since his disappearance. I have titled the image above in dedication to our young friend, and I cling to the hope that one day he will see it for himself."
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  • After two days in the melting heat on the Berg River, we headed south to Langebaan and drank cold wine in the shade of the trees at the National Park 19th Century headquarters. With a couple of hours before park closing time we headed across the lagoon and across vast white sand dunes to see the tumbling Atlantic waves on the exposed West Coast.<br />
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There was a beautifully refreshing cool salty breeze from the spray of crashing waves and there wasn’t a soul around. At the end of the road lay a long sandy beach, dotted with sea birds confused by the two human beings daring to set foot on their deserted beach!<br />
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It was surreal to recognise that these Westerly Atlantic waves are from the same ocean that batters the coast of the UK on another side of the planet. I felt very at home here and equally happy that I wasn’t. The ‘associations’ of home are strange, that no matter where you travel you sort of take elements of home with you.
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  • I'd headed for Dinas Dinlle simply because I thought my Mum & Dad might be going there, but the car park was empty. I geared up and sat for a short while looking at the amazing sight before me, the salt spray covering the windscreen and the van being rocked by the gales, almost 100 mph they said today in the UK. Jeremy Vine was on the radio chatting with those trapped by the gales, but the sunlight here was intesne and positive, the wind fely like a heart beat and pull of the outdoors was greater than the force used to seal the van door closed. ..As I sat there, a small black car turned up, and there was my Dad, smiling at me through the front window, Mum waving at me lovingly fron the passenger seat. Dad and I went for a walk together whilst Mum sheltered in the car. I was intent on taking pictures, and my Dad was doing his best to be close but not too close. I watched him as he huddled over the debris washed up on the high tide mark, beachcoming like he'd always done with us as kids, and I felt very very sad. My Dad is getting older, mid 70s now, and he struggles more with things he'd once have taken in his stride...He said he was going to head back to have a coffee with Mum, and I said I'd take a few more shots then join them, but as I watched his slightly unstable retreat back towards the car, blown sideways by the wind, I couldn't take any more images, and I made my way back to join them. The cafe was shut. They made their way home whilst I stayed for the last of the light on this stormy beach. It was a day where I was being torn apart, emotionally, physically and spiritually. ..I called in on them on the way home, and chatted for hours. It's funny isn't it, that even the most stunning things on the planet, pale into significance when you consider real love, and real loss.
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Crisp afternoon sunlight spills across remnants of ancient stones in a lost valley. This valley and escarpment was once home to a thriving quarrying community, and long before that a handful of fishing folk, and long, LONG before that, it was home of exiled Brythonic leader Vortigern, who betrayed Britain to the Saxons.
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  • Clouds come in with an approaching weather front over the popular geologically fascinating island of Ynys Llanddwyn, composed mostly of mineral rich pillow lavas. These hard rocks stand proud of the vast stretches of soft sand on either side, that form both the Malltraeth and Llanddwyn beaches. This island was home to the Welsh patron saint of lovers, St Dwynwen, and on Jan 25th each year, many young lovers visit the island to affirm their love for each other.
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  • Born in Africa this young woman is at home where the wind-blown desert sands meet the cold Atlantic ocean. She feels at one with this place. She revels in the mixed sensations of the burning heat on her torso, gales tossing her hair and even the stinging of the sharp sand against her ankles. She hears the sound of heavy waves piling on the vast shoreline and she can hear Terns calling high in the sky above. Behind her, a tablecloth of swirling cloud builds over the mountains, marking the zone where the warm Agulhas Current of the Indian Ocean meets the cold Benguela current of the Atlantic. This is a vast and unforgiving landscape but it is hers and she owns it.
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  • The old lighthouse, Twr Mawr can be seen beyond this end of four small cottages on Llanddwyn Island, Anglesey, which were built for the pilots who went out to meet boats needing to navigate into the ports further up the Menai Strait. This island was the home of Saint Dwynwen, the Welsh Patron Saint of Love. Llanddwyn Island is also an extension of the Newborough Nature Reserve.
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  • "The contrast between the sharpness of the huge rocky cliff and the delicate fragility of the female form in this image creates a tension - not just from the fear of cuts and slices from the knife-like edges, but also due to the apparent melancholy of the woman with such colourful sunlit surroundings. You'd think she was a modern day cavewoman but really, as Summer draws close she represents a wide held feeling or sadness about returning home after the universal joy of travel, sunshine and warmth, We all dream about our next naked adventure in the great outdoors before we have even finished the present"
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  • Low tide at St Michael's Mount. An apparition of Archangel St Michael witnessed by fisherman in 495 led to a monastery being built here. After the Norman Conquest, the abbey was granted to the Benedictine monks of Mont St Michel in France. The mount was eventually seized by Henry V111 & became a royal stronghold. Now owned by Lord St Levan
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  • SUN28 Shot Up North Awards winning entry (2016)<br />
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International Colour Awards 2015 - Nominee in "Nature" category<br />
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“Early morning light passes through choppy Atlantic waves wrapping around me on this steeply shelving beach in South West Cornwall. It gives the impression of being underwater whilst the waves crash above the surface”<br />
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I’ve been back to this beach many times and haven’t been able to shoot anything like it again. I was completely alone on the beach and the sea was choppy and the waves powerful. This is the most amazing naturist beach I’ve ever been to in the world, so as is only right and correct, I was in my birthday suit as I took this!<br />
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I was using a heavy Canon 1DsMk3 and 100-400 mm lens to get this shot, nearly £7K of gear in the Atlantic ocean! What would have looked really crazy from the cliff-top was a little naked Jack-in-the-Box crouching down at the lowest point of a sand-cusp to shoot through huge waves as they rose in front of him, and then him standing up rapidly to keep the camera clear of the back-wash which went ribs-high trying to pull him back out to sea! This was one of my craziest shoots ever, but I am delighted with the result and yes this IS my all time favourite and I have No.1 of 10 hanging in my home.
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  • Sitting in the cafe at Land's End, the rain beating on the windows outside, us warm and cosy, the perfect living room, oh were that the case! Sunshine, blasts out, intense clarity, back to rain, back to home, back to reality
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  • I’ve always loved the sea from above, from planes for sure, but even from mountain tops. A constantly morphing sheet of textures and pattern, sometimes describing the weather and the clouds above, but sometimes the currents below. Here on the approach to the Conwy Estuary the channels are winding and shallow and accurate navigation is critical. As the last of the sun went behind a huge cloud bank on the horizon, and the world went dark, only a gently illuminated shimmering sea remained clear.
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  • I’ve never been in such vast landscapes as in South Africa. Every trip felt like a major journey and we seemed to always be touching the edge of wilderness. <br />
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Wildlife was abundant, especially birds, which all seemed to be on a mission, endless flights to endless destinations. <br />
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We were camping right on a beach on a remote stretch of coast. There was no question that WE were the outsiders in nature’s home. Humans seemed insignificant in the vast space. The South Atlantic waves will continue to crash these shores for millennia, long after we’ve become dust.
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  • Even as little kids, we would walk the two miles or so from our home on Penmere Hill to this spectacular and popular rocky point of Pendennis Head, just below the famous Henry Eighth Castle. Just below the car park where the ice cream vans prey, there are steep rocks which lead down to very deep gullies. At low tide some of the biggest are exposed and you can look down into deep bottomless chasms of seawater where you can often see huge fish below you. The swell could suddenly raise the water level to swamp your feet and although it used to scare us as kids, it was totally compelling!
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  • A beautifully soft and rounded mountain landscape, grass covered and sensual. Amidst this gentlying blowing softness hard, prominent man made walls graphically divided the landscape. There was warmth today, not to the bare human skin but to the heart and soul...Additional info: These huge but isolated walls, stretching across this windy and exposed Welsh mountain top, simply don't meet! One stops on the left, the other starts further up to the right, it's like a massive error of judgement by the wall builders! Why :-)) Beautiful light for this bizarrely abstract landscape though.
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  • Even as little kids, we would walk the two miles or so from our home on Penmere Hill to this spectacular and popular rocky point of Pendennis Head, just below the famous Henry Eighth Castle. To us, the little fortified blockhouse was a castle in it's own right, and although signs have now been erected to prohibit climbing, we would always be finding new ways of getting onto the ramparts. This was pure magic, and this often stormy point still provides a Sunday viewpoint for hundreds of Falmouth locals.
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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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