Such A Lovely Flow

There is such a lovely flow to this image. The river Avon, at least a bit of it. Summer 2019, a most lovely evening.

Let your eye flow through the picture, along the dancing blue/green water grass that sway in the flow, up the lush yellow green of the tree where the top decides to be a bit brighter, more vibrant, as if to say. Look at me. Then you explore the right side, in the open, filled with light and all the colours an English summer field should be. Even the sky is perfect.

I photograph this little piece of England every time I'm there, almost like a pilgrimage for me. Normally I'm usually here alone to enjoy, the way I prefer it, but this time there was a young man fishing from the footbridge we both shared, when I asked if he has caught anything he said he just had a large Pike on the line. That would have been great to see.

Never point your camera into the sun they say. Well if I hadn't, then none of you would see this. The opposite direction to the first image. Now that you have seen it, you have to admit, light is a most wonderful person.

Follow the flow. Ashow and the river Avon, England.

Follow the flow. Ashow and the river Avon, England.

Enjoy the light. Ashow and the river Avon, England.

Enjoy the light. Ashow and the river Avon, England.

Storey Arms and Beacons Reservoir.

It was all about the light.

There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity to photograph one of my favourite places on Earth. Storey Arms in the Brecon Beacons National Park. I have photographed this place ever since I was given a camera, a long time ago. But this time it was different, these were not going to be mere geographical snapshots, postcards, little blue thumb collectors. This was to be about the light.

The wind was blowing so hard I had to stand, back to it trying my hardest to shield the camera so there was no camera shake, because, all but one of these shots was made with up to 10 exposures on top of each other. I wanted to paint this incredible light onto my film, not just record it.

This was one of those times when I happened to be in the spot at the right time when it all came together. the best part, there was only me with a camera. I couldn't have been happier.

Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Just a peek. Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Just a peek. Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Almost a white out. Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Almost a white out. Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Beginning to show. Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Beginning to show. Storey Arms Brecon Beacons

Beacons reservoir 1.

Beacons reservoir 1.

Beacons reservoir 2.

Beacons reservoir 2.

Bright, Certain and Strong.

Standing at the side of a country road, wide enough for only one car a time to pass, not that there were any, or at the edge of a field that has been left to fallow in the clear soft light of a spring sunset, here light is in command, everything it appears is of sharp relief. Bright, certain and strong, all it seems, is determined to shine. I had gone for a walk to enjoy this particular afternoons light display, meeting nobody other than a dog walker who passed rapidly as though in a race to go somewhere. The joy of walking with a small camera gives me great pleasure, slowing me down, taking time to just observe, allowing the pleasure to soak in. These four images where all made within 35 minutes of each other, each scene held my attention way before I stole some of their time. These are not decisive moments, just a brief capture.

A country lane

A country lane

Tree on a rise.

Tree on a rise.

The edge of a field.

The edge of a field.

Making room for new growth.

Making room for new growth.

Abercynon 1988, In Training.

The year was 1988, it was our first trip back home after emigrating to Australia in 1982. When we arrived it was cold and wet, but even back then I had a sense of missing it. I know, a little daft.

One day after having one too many cups of tea I had to get out on my own with the camera. So hoping into the car I made a short trip up the road from Pontypridd, as that's where we were staying, with my wife's parents until we went back up the road to stay with my parents in Merthyr Tydfil. Gosh we were having a great holiday, to Abercynon to make this little series of images from around the now closed pit head and railway station and a wonder around the roads, just looking. It was so lovely to look at things with my very Welsh eye, but from a new outlook at what was/is my heritage.

Back in the 80's that first decade of Australia I just couldn't make pictures. I would go out point the camera spend a lot of money on film, but nothing. The beauty of the places, the light bright colours, golden sandy beaches, ever so lovely for a holiday and that's pretty much what it was to us through that time. The only images I have of any merit, other than personal family snaps are these that are still giving me pleasure to look at, you can call it nostalgia if you like, I just see it differently. I see them as my training ground.

Now I'm older, spent more time living in Australia than I did in Wales I still haven't lost my want to be back there making pictures desire, but my eye has changed, I now have ideas that one day, hopefully I can initiate. In the mean time I will keep moving forward and making pictures.