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  • The edge, just one edge, of the huge and tempestuous Atlantic Ocean. It has scared me yet fascinated me since childhood. So vast, so changeable, so alluring, so tempting, so deathly.  Wold Rock Lighthouse can be seen in the distance to the far right, and Longships light is just out of sight around the corner, but they can only help to indicate potential death to the unwary sailor. Here a yacht sails Eastward, for either Penzance or Falmouth, but what this image screamed to me, is that we are nothing more than a speck of kevlar on a huge dark and unforgiving ocean, most of the time we just play at the edges and only the hardy few or ocean going vessels ever really chance their fate here. When I visited Horta in the Azores in 2005, and witnessed tiny 28 footers wearily enter the large harbour, having sailed for weeks to get there from America, it really gave me my first indication about just how vast my Cornish sea really is, from South Africa to Antarctica and then over to the South America and the States and then right up to the Arctic - awesome body of water we dip our toes in!.
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  • Classic Cornish winter weather. One minute we were blanketed in thick sea fog, then drizzle, then showers and then intense sunlight before repeating all over again. <br />
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Wolf Rock lighthouse stands 14 miles off the Cornish Coast and is a crucial navigational mark before ships either head for America or round to port to find sheltered anchorage in Penzance or Falmouth. <br />
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We sat on the cliff edge, warm but our outer clothing dripping with rainwater. At one point we were bathed in sunshine but drenched with rain at the same time. <br />
The horizon was busy with shipping and the inshore waters were dotted with tiny fishing boats.
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  • A wild windswept beach at Cinsta on the Indian Ocean, at the Eastern Cape of South Africa. On the sand were hundreds of holes in the sand, and a moment or so after walking past them, dozens and dozens of fast moving crabs emerged from them and scuttled across the beach. <br />
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I found this huge wooden log embedded in the soft sand and was taken by it’s figurative, animal-like form.
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  • Exposed to the force of the Atlantic Ocean, baked in searing summer heat, blasted by gale force winds, it surprising that anything survives on these shores but with Table Mountain as a backdrop, small succulent plants cling to life amongst the dead Kelp and delicate grasses on this vast white sand beach.
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  • I’ve wanted to go to this vast, deserted coastline since I was a child. In my late teens I saw a picture in National Geographic of a lion prowling along a sandy beach, with a shipwreck in the background and it just stuck within me, always vivid.<br />
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Of course those moments caught on film, are often rare and once in a lifetime, so it was perhaps no surprise that on my first visit to the incredible and weather-dramatic Skeleton Coast in January, I didn’t see my lion! However, the sheer scale of the coastline, the dense fogs that roll in from above the cold upwellings in the Atlantic Ocean, sometimes reducing visibility to a few feet, was awe-inspiring. Couple this with the numerous shipwrecks that strew this coastline and it really is surreal as well as exciting. Several of the major wrecks are within restricted diamond mining zones but a few are accessible to the visitor, such as this one here. I had to go early morning as crowds normal build up later in the day.<br />
This ship has become a permanent roost for hundreds of cormorants and seabirds.
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  • I’ve wanted to go to this vast, deserted coastline since I was a child. In my late teens I saw a picture in National Geographic of a lion prowling along a sandy beach, with a shipwreck in the background and it just stuck within me, always vivid. <br />
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Of course those moments caught on film, are often rare and once in a lifetime, so it was perhaps no surprise that on my first visit to the incredible and weather-dramatic Skeleton Coast in January, I didn’t see my lion! However, the sheer scale of the coastline, the dense fogs that roll in from above the cold upwellings in the Atlantic Ocean, sometimes reducing visibility to a few feet, was awe-inspiring. Couple this with the numerous shipwrecks that strew this coastline and it really is surreal as well as exciting. Several of the major wrecks are within restricted diamond mining zones but a few are accessible to the visitor, such as this one here. I had to go early morning as crowds normal build up later in the day. <br />
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This ship has become a permanent roost for hundreds of cormorants and seabirds.
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  • An ocean swell only shows it's energy as it reaches the shoreline and wraps around a swimming platform on the shore of Playa Blanca in Lanzarote in the Canary Islands. The aquamarine sea is crystal clear and you can see the reef beneath. Lobos Island and Fuerteventura can be see on on the horizon.
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  • Location for joyful screams of kids playing in the bright blue sparkling waters of this famous lido, seem a distant memory on this cold mind winter dawn. The water looks dark and sinister and threatening clouds slowly roll in from the Atlantic Ocean. <br />
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Nevertheless, there is something about this 1930s structure that retains the promise of more laughs and happiness to come.
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  • At first I didn’t even know it was there, but as I stood on the dark wet reef in the lee of bad weather, an apparition appeared in the sea before me.<br />
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As the tide began to drop, an underwater world was slowly revealed. The volume of water flowing backwards over the structure created a loud sucking sound above the crashing of the waves on the rocks. Trying to maintain my balance on the slippery rocks, a weird sensation developed inside me, that I was in fact being enticed towards the circular portal opening at the edge of the ocean.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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  • On a high narrow pinnacle, hundreds of feet above the sea, backed by even larger towering cliffs behind, appears the tiny, fragile figure of a woman. Even though the wind is gusting, buffeting her, she stands resolutely facing the ocean. She is at the most westerly point of land and without assistance can go no further. She has reached a human boundary; the sea is not our domain. Cries of seagulls echo warnings in the nearby zawn.<br />
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The sharp lichen thriving in the clean sea air covers every inch of the gritty platform on which she stands. She feels it digging into the soles of her feet as she ponders the vast expanse of water before her. Beyond that on the distant horizon, her Avalon, from where dreams have appeared to her in powerful waves.
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  • A container ship defying the odds against a stormy Atlantic ocean off the cliffs at Land's End, Cornwall.
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  • It was baking hot, so hot the sand burned your naked souls. The cool Atlantic Ocean was the only escape but standing at the waters edge the rip was clear and the water deep . As wave after relentless wave crashed on this exposed West coast I would have to endure the midday sun for a short swim would have become a long and dangerous drift. The place was beautiful and spectacular nevertheless
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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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  • Pedny, as the beach natives call it, a phenomenally striking beach with white sands, granite cliffs and crystal clear waters, facing across the Atlantic down to the Antarctic! Only accessible at very low tide or by scrambling down a steep footpath and rocks to the beach itself. For years thankfully the sole domain of hardy naturists and keen rock climbers (not necessarily both, though I did tick that box!) but now due to exhaustive use of it's location in tourist advertising, is quietly losing it's magic, with teams of neoprene clad families with body boards, tents, wind-breaks and picnic boxes braving the descent to textile cover the once free beach. Fortunately, at high tide the beach really does get cut off by the huge Atlantic ocean, and this forces away most of the crowds leaving small patches of bare beauty, and peace and quiet once again, save for the few who know the secret escape routes
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  • It struck me as funny how the sea seems relatively impotent UNTIL the wave reaches the shoreline then unloads all of it' power vertically ! In this shot I am fascinated by the potent energy of the ocean beyond, as the out of focus wave is just one of many exploding at the coast.
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  • Ever since a kid I have loved Cape Cornwall and the vast sense of space you experience from the hill-top. Waves that would swamp a small fishing boat seem relatively harmless from this height but the fact they have traveled hundreds of miles of ocean is still quite intimidating.
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  • A thousand + miles from anywhere, these volcanic islands in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean can create orographic rainclouds at any time of year. However, this plus the warmer climate gives rise to lush vegetaion and spectacular greenery and plant life. Flores means Flowers!
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  • Honourable Mention in the 'Fine Art' category of the 2019, International 14th Black & White Spider Awards<br />
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So strange and funny, to see the One Way road sign directing cars to the open Atlantic Ocean. I love crazy juxtapositions like this.
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  • A surfer spends quite some time calculating how to throw himself into the powerful waves of the Indian Ocean at Mossel Bay in South Africa
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  • An expansive and sunny promenade on the city sea front at Las Palmas in Gran Canaria. Lots of lovely wide seats so sit on whilst enjoying the view of the Atlantic Ocean waves.<br />
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Most of the waves crashed against the sea wall without any drama, but occasionally some would just slap the wall at the right angle and send a surprise salty shower over the unwary!
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  • Within the expanse of hot white sand which stretched for miles here on the Skeleton Coast, a wonderful bubbling of hard-rock granite baked in the midday sun. Small weakneses in the rock had become fissues, divinding the stone hillock into strange and beautiful sculpted landscape. <br />
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I tried walking on the exposed surface barefoot, to experience the textures and shape but my feet melted! The cold Atlantic Ocean in the distance had no cooling effect on this parched earth
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  • Such a dreary start to a few days in South West Cornwall to test out my new Fuji XT2, but during a stop off at Porthleven on the South coast, a weak sun burnt through the layers of gloom, and for just a few minutes it illuminated the choppy Atlantic ocean, seen from the end of the notoriously dangerous breakwater.
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  • Huge Atlantic waves roll in from the West and rear up over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, Penwith, South West Cornwall. These waves were approximatey twenty feet tall and absolutely packed with ocean energy. White horses can clearly be seen in these gigantic walls of water.
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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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  • A large schooner heads out past Land's End in a large swell, which sends the bow of the yacht pitching and rearing over each wave. It had to be an uncomfortable if exhilarating sail, in brilliant sunshine and a strong breeze. There is something so majestic and timeless about seeing these historical looking craft navigating today's oceans
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  • Land's End in a Winter sunset. Short bursts of sunlight under blankets of winter storm clouds. Deceptively calm seas nevertheless created large waves as swell reached the cliffs.
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  • We’d started out early that morning from Swakopmund, in thick fog, heading for the coast. When we arrived at our location there appeared a glow of light from the East and before long bursts of sunshine illuminated the beach, contrasting it against the dark fog behind. <br />
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The air was chilly, even in the African summer, but the gentle waves of sunlight were a welcome warmth.  The roar of the waves on this exposed Atlantic coast was relentless but strangely familiar after many days in a heatwave in the Namibian desert.
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  • Stunning views over Langebaan Lagoon in the West Coast National Park on the West Coast of Africa. The crags were quite surreal and quite beautiful, sculptural even. I rarely photograph people but in this case using Jani in the shot really did help with a sense of scale.
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  • One of those days when I knew that my need for positivity-inducing sunshine was not going to be satiated by the time I reached the coast after a long day in the gallery. <br />
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Layer after layer of blanket cloud had been drawn from the horizon to the sky overhead. I stood alone on the headland, silently studying the surface of the near motionless sea in the vain hope that a porpoise or dolphin would bring a wave of excitement to the watery view.<br />
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Amidst the grey gloom huge beams of sunlight suddenly pierced the cloud cover and spot lit the Irish Sea to help me scan more clearly – a huge searchlight from the universe above.  I never did see any marine life but the light itself, which only lasted a few minutes, made the journey worthwhile.
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  • Waiting, there is always waiting when photography is concerned. A partner waits. A Photographic Timeline.
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  • Shot from the mountains of Tre’r Ceiri, higher than the low scudding clouds, sunlight and shadows created a thousand paintings upon the vast stretch of the Irish Sea. <br />
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From here, over 2000 years ago, tribes who inhabited the Iron Age settlement behind me will have see such similar views. I have no idea what they will have seen ‘in’ those views, or whether the magical beauty I see was more ominous to them. Sitting in the warm sunlight on the summit of Garn Canol however, I’d like to think that they also saw the amazing beauty in nature’s elements.
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  • Summer Dreams
  • 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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  • A small cargo ship passes by Longships Lighthouse just off the coast at Land’s End, SW Cornwall during an amazing and dramatic sunset. No filters, just incredible colour saturated light from the sun burning through layers of cloud and vapour.
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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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  • Powerful waves slammed against the cliffs at Porth Chapel as set after set came rolling in. It’s hard to convey the size of these waves without human scale, but imagine 3 adults standing on top of each other on that wave smashed rock, and it gives you some idea!
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  • Clean surf rolling in at Kynance Cove on the Lizard Peninsula, South 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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  • A moon hovers overhead as the Isles of Scilly ferry, the Scillonian, sails past Logan Rock and Treen Cliff near Porthcurno at dusk from St Marys.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the reef just 1 mile West of Land's End, the most South Westerly point of Cornwall and indeed the British Isles. This large and treacherous Longships reef is marked by the 35meter high "Longships Lighthouse" (1795) who's light reaches 15 nautical miles.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the imposing, rugged once tin mining cliffs at Pendeen, West Penwith, Cornwall. The last mine closed years ago, but numerous engine houses and chimneys mark the site of this once booming Cornish industry providing high grade tin.
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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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  • Gigantic Atlantic storm waves crash over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, backlit by early morning sunlight. The sound of the sea was deafening and relentless and my camera lens needed cleaning every few seconds, covered as it was by soft spray that blew over 100 ft into the air
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  • Gigantic Atlantic storm waves crash over the reef at Cape Cornwall near St Just, backlit by early morning sunlight. The sound of the sea was deafening and relentless and my camera lens needed cleaning every few seconds, covered as it was by soft spray that blew over 100 ft into the air
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  • I spent most of my 20s rock climbing in Cornwall, from quiet and esoteric crags like St Loy, Rinsey and Carn Les Boel, to popular crags like Sennen, Bosigran and here in this picture, Chairladder. I always found Chairladder an intimidating place to climb, not particularly because of exposure or even height, but instead the confusion of three pitch routes and the wave cut step on which belayers have to stand, hoping their leaders complete the route before they drown in an Atlantic swimming pool! The funny thing is most visitors never ever get to se these cliffs, and their beautiful sculptural magic will always be the view of the sailor and the gymnastic dreamland of the climber, thank goodness!
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  • "Beautiful the beach may be, but faced with the full surge of a very deep Atlantic the water at this beach ranges from chilly to brass monkeys! On a sunny day it lures you in, the white waves, the glass clear water and the rippling light on the sand beneath, but there are few who stay in this water more than 10 minutes and God forbid naturists start wearing wet-suits ! :-) "
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  • Even though I've flown there myself, so I know they are real, the sudden appearance of these stunningly beautiful and seemingly huge set of islands on the horizon, still takes my breath away to this day. I can utterly and totally understand why ancient people saw these islands as Lyonesse, mythical, magical and tantalisingly close, yet within such a short space of time, and from lower elevations, they disappear as quickly as they appear..
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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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  • 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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Huge seas at Porth Oer on the Llyn peninsula, now owned by the National Trust
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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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  • We may not have had the week of baking sunshine and relaxing swimming but from a photography perspective the gales and storms brought superb conditions and lighting. The jetty at Sennen always takes a pounding from the Atlantic but the golden evening sunshine disguised the awesome power of the Atlantic swell.
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  • 3 Edition A1 - 5 Edition A2
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  • Even in this thick sea fog the crash of the waves and the advancing tide is relentless and comforting, confirming a natural order of things, the spin of the earth, the pull of the moon, the winds and the gales blowing their way around the globe. Yet I stand here on the shoreline, in one small microcosm of the rest of the planet, wrapped up in my own thoughts, my own ideas and my own emotions and without doubt my memories. Perhaps the whiteness of the fog even encourages this mental escape, eliminating everything else about me, reducing chaos to minimalist simplicity, lovely!
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  • Even in this thick sea fog the crash of the waves and the advancing tide is relentless and comforting, confirming a natural order of things, the spin of the earth, the pull of the moon, the winds and the gales blowing their way around the globe. Yet I stand here on the shoreline, in one small microcosm of the rest of the planet, wrapped up in my own thoughts, my own ideas and my own emotions and without doubt my memories. Perhaps the whiteness of the fog even encourages this mental escape, eliminating everything else about me, reducing chaos to minimalist simplicity, lovely!
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  • NOT FOR SALE<br />
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The warm sun broke the dark shadows and threw lines of light to the pounding heads racing to reach the shore first. They were white, massive and magnificent. In fact although I have seen much, much bigger waves here at the Cape, I had never really 'studied' the faces through a long lens, actively followed the faces as they rose up and teetered at the top. I have always been in awe of the waves in surf magazines and would still die to sit in a viewing boat at Pipeline or Jaws but here I was in the early morning light of Cornwall, watching and listening to these magnificent beasts rear up and hurl themselves at the coast, the noise loud, continuous and unforgiving. I just wish I had an even longer lens as I wanted to shoot just the faces, not the crests or the pits, so I have very unusually cropped one image here just to show you why! I need something like a 200-400 VR lens but by all accounts they simply don't deliver on results but maybe for this sort of subject I would have found it more than acceptable, answers on a postcard please!
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  • The last stretch of dangerous water before the Pilgrims would have reached their destination, the remote but beautifully stark island of Ynys Enlli in North Wales
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  • When I was younger and in college, I had two beautiful classmates, Identical twins. They were bright, talented and set for brilliant things, but before they could, one went for a swim here and got pulled into the rip tide. The other twin went to save her. Both were pulled far out to sea and both lost their lives. Their deaths stunned the whole community. The sea is so beautiful but so powerful and is easily underestimated.
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  • So happy to be back here in South Africa. One of the first things we did was head down to the stunning white sand dunes from where the distinctive looking Table Mountain can be seen looming in the background haze. So many truly fantastic landscapes in Africa.
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  • Herring Gulls soaring on dramatic thermals above the cliffs on Anglesey’s North Coast.
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  • This was my first trip to South Africa and I was blown away, almost literally, by this vast and exposed Western Cape, with the famous Table Mountain dominating the distant horizon. The white sand was warm but the strong South Westerly wind was actually chilly. It formed ripples across the surface of the soft dunes here at Duynefontein. I’d heard so many horror stories before visiting Africa, about being mugged at gunpoint, bitten by snakes or stung by scorpions that I was super nervous for months beforehand. I can’t say my fears disappeared completely, but walking barefoot on the sands in this incredible landscape on my first evening, made me realise that it’s a very big planet, and that with your wits about you, you could actually thoroughly enjoy a new world nevertheless. We are returning to Africa but this time with a lot less nerves and a lot more wisdom about what to expect and what not to do. It is without doubt a captivating country even if you have to be constantly aware.
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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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  • A blonde woman relaxing on a golden yellow sandy beach in the summer at Caneiros, Algarve, Portugal, watching the Atlantic waves crash on the shoreline with a limestone sea stack in the distance.
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  • Storm waves crash onto the reef just 1 mile West of Land's End, the most South Westerly point of Cornwall and indeed the British Isles. This large and treacherous Longships reef is marked by the 35meter high "Longships Lighthouse" (1795) who's light reaches 15 nautical miles.
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  • Longships Lighthouse & huge surf off Land’s End, Cornwall
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  • Nominee in the 'Nature' category of the 2019, International 14th Black & White Spider Awards <br />
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"In brilliant sunlight over a Cornish beach, the changing weather brought huge towering cumulonimbus clouds across the horizon. The rapidly changing and convecting clouds were accompanied by the operatic melodies of a Gilbert & Sullivan Opera, Ruddigore, being rehearsed at the nearby cliff top open air theatre - quite surreal !"
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  • The last stretch of dangerous water before the Pilgrims would have reached their destination, the remote but beautifully stark island of Ynys Enlli in North Wales
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  • Sunset over the Brison rocks seen from Porth Nanven, SW Cornwall.
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  • From a shoot with the BBC's Weatherman Walking Series with Derek Brockway...I had just finished the last interview, where I relate one of the legends of Nant Gwrtheyrn to Derek, and they then headed off for Porth Dinllaen but I stayed back a while until almost dark, when I shot this dusk image over the Irish Sea. This is a straight shot, no colour adjustments, and a tweak to the contrast. It was stunning, after a very surreal day of swirling hill fog on the top of Tre'r Ceiri and Garn Ganol.
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  • Still hundreds of kilometres from the coast but I still felt a sense that I was nearing the ocean, I’m not even sure why; perhaps the subtly changing light or wind direction or perhaps just that intuition you have when you’ve been raised near the sea. <br />
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The earth was rich and warm-toned here, lots of red and yellow soils and an increase in vegetation growing on it. There was a gentle breeze but the air was still in the mid 40°s. <br />
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One of the downsides to distance travelling, is that there is years’ worth of exploration to do even within a small area but we were eating up 500kms or more each day - so much space, so little time.
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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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  • A tree torn from the ground became a vessel on the ocean, before being left high and dry on a Spring tide. The roots that anchored this living organism, that kept it upright and strong are now just a twisted mass of dead truncated limbs but this once was a thing of great beauty. She lay supine across it’s lifeless trunk, feeling the still coarse bark pressing into her living flesh, creating sensation long after it's death. Her own feet touched the soft grass and she felt the breeze ruffling her long hair. The wood was warm, heated by the same sunshine that bathed her own torso; life and death sharing the same light; the same energy; the same space and with their limbs intertwined, almost the same form.
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