Inspired by Roy Essery’s cracking website (here) I thought it about time to upload some of my images from our recent workshop to Harris. The Outer Hebrides being so far north, and so far into the Atlantic, it’s no surprise that this is a world of contrasting weather and contrasting colours. It’s a wonderful place for black and white, but I’ll leave that for another day…
These colours are barely tweaked at all in PS. Vivid green, purple, blues and oranges, all very typically Scottish…, and all very photogenic!
There’s no Scotland trip planned for 2019 (check out the brochure here), but Harris pulls strongly, so we’ll be back there the following year. Now, to have a look at the monochrome images…
Last time I was in Lyme Regis it was serenity itself. Smooth waters, gentle winds, a mite cold true, but of the quiet frosty kind. Quite the Victorian idyll, and not a crinoline skirt out of place. This time it was a raging furious thundering scary, punk in-your-face, screaming full blown storm. High danger on the Cobb, and it was deserted (apart from me, of course)!
I felt very Turner-esque. Tie me to the mast and take me out into the storm so I can feel the elements! Oh yes, high-octane stuff. Misjudge a wave and that would be it. (I made sure Mrs P was nowhere around so she couldn’t scold me for being so bloody foolish…)
Click on the pic above and enlarge it. Check out the wave that’s dying over the Cobb, but about to be resuscitated by the next one coming in, with another right behind it. Dodge one, and the next will get you…
It was all rather exhilarating! For this last image, I climbed Granny’s Teeth and just peered over the top of the Cobb. Any higher was dangerous. And boom! this one almost got me. It’s not sharp because I was too scared to hold the camera still! 2016 starts with a bang – or rather a thump, whoosh, crash, suuuuuck. Fantastic stuff! Happy New Year to you all.
Beauty and danger quite often go together, and that is certainly the case with the (in)famous slot canyons of Arizona. The beauty is quite astonishing; truly, one of the natural wonders of the world.
Slot canyon, Arizona.
These curves and waves have been petrified into the soft rock. The colour comes from the minerals; and the soft lighting from above makes the whole glow. It’s breath-taking & exquisite.
Upper Antelope Canyon
These are not big canyons; 10-20 metres deep and pretty narrow. In some places I needed to take my camera bag off so I could squeeze through the gap. And therein lies the danger. Rain water, sometimes up to 30 miles off, can flash-flood through these canyons. You can’t outrun a flood, you can’t swim in it. The water, which creates all this fantastic beauty, will annihilate anything in its path.
Lower Antelope Canyon
Lady in the rock
Is all this beauty worth the risk? For me, yes. But only after checking the weather forecast, very, very, carefully…
Blimey it’s getting cold here in the UK. I’m quite looking forward to the stillness and quiet of winter. But just before the summer recedes too far into the memory, a quick moment to go back to the pictures of summer and dig out the liquid blue of the sea. To help block out the cold. Imagine these vistas in 40C. Blissful!
A Cretan village
Reflection of a yacht mast
St Paul’s Church – 2000 years old. And look at the colour!
Same mast, different reflection
A Cretan beach and a Cretan view
So goodbye to summer 2014. Let’s see what the winter can do!
Where’s this? Can you guess?
It’s a bit blowy…
Clue: it’s in the Med.
OK. So this is not an area known for its storms. Quite the opposite. The usual image is for slick, suave, mega-rich, luxury. Yes, this is Cannes on the Côte D’Azur. Not quite as azure as we would have hoped, but not bad on the luxury. I leave that to the ladies in the family…
If you can’t pose here, then where…?
A magnet for the ladies…
these girls start young!
(She takes after her mother…)
Even Charles can be seduced. This, he says, is the car he will buy when he starts playing for Chelsea (…)
But you know what, this isn’t really what the Mediterranean coast is about, for me at least. Get 10 miles in land and it all changes. The villages are quaint and delightful. The countryside is beautiful, all that bling seems miles away. Here’s what the back country around Cannes looks like.
The gorgeous coast at Cap Ferrat
The Rothschilds know a good spot when they see it, Here’s their villa.
Jimmy Choos forgotten, replaced by roses
the villa mixes the sacred…
… and the profane
Ultimately, all roads lead down to the coast. And back to the flim flam of the Côte d’Azur. Ah well,…. when in Rome….
It may be the middle of August, but that doesn’t mean placid hot weather on the south coast of England! Oh no, gale force winds and choppy seas is what we’ve got. But that just makes it a bit more exciting…
Hope he's got waterproofs on...
Winds gusting up to Force 7, enough to topple a catamaran head over heals, and enough to just give us the slightest intimation of what a heavy sea might really be like. But just this side of gusty for us all to keep smiling and enjoying the choppiness (Isobel had a faint moment, but a tot of rum sorted that out).
Not too much sail now...
The kids loved it. Charles thought it was ‘sickage’ (no pun intended there), and Immy grabbed the wheel and turned into Jack Sparrow. “Blast ’em with the guns” she kept shouting, as she dished out the orders. Not quite sure who she wanted to shoot at….?
He should be up the rigging!
A natural captain
When I had my go I missed a gust of wind, the boat turned sharply and I almost tipped everyone in the drink.
Mind you, this one looked like fun. I would love to go on a cruise in a boat like this. I’d be turning into Jack Aubrey myself!
Can you see the men? There are 3.
Not for the faint hearted.
This boat was a cracker. Zoomed past us at a huge rate of knots. Built for speed and she knew it. Next time, next time…