Textures of Snowdonia

Lliwedd and Moel Siabod are prominent, with Nant Gwynant between.
Lliwedd and Moel Siabod are prominent, with Nant Gwynant between.

There’s a wonderful texture to the wild hillsides around Cwm Bychan. I’m not synesthetic but when I look at the red rocks and the purple heather I think of “bite”, a certain al-dente quality that I always admire when I see and feel it. The rock around this area is very red, different to most other parts of the national park, and surrounded by heather. Continue reading


Easedale snow panoramas

St Sunday Crag seen through Grisedale Hause, Fairfield on the right, Dollywagon Pike on the left.

Joy and I went to the Lake District for a weekend in Ambleside this weekend. The weather on sunday was glorious with a lot of snow from about 500 metres upwards. We did a walk from Grasmere, up Easedale and back along the ridge to Helm Crag. Continue reading

The Heights

“The Heights” is the anglicised name of Yr Arddu, a hill of modest height but tremendous character just east of Beddgelert, North Wales.

You approach along winding and undulating single-track roads. My first attempt was thwarted by a large flood across the road. Every stream was full and water was leaking out all over the hillside after much heavy rain. I went a few miles round and found another way. This part of Snowdonia is not heavily visited and I didn’t see another person all afternoon. It’s wild and rocky and very photogenic. There are great views of Moel Hebog, the Nantlle Ridge, the Snowdon range, and the Moelwyns above Blaenau Ffestiniog.

Of course, as usual, Snowdon summit was in cloud.


The light of Provence

We travelled to Provence for the first time in 2016. A village called Malaucene, at the foot of Mont Ventoux, famous as a long-standing Tour de France stage. We spent most of the two weeks climbing on the world-famous limestone cliffs (famous among climbers, at least) but of course I took my camera. I was struck not just by the spectacular scenery and the charm of the villages but also by the quality of the light. I think it’s something that was talked about in the context of the impressionists but it really does have a special quality. I wasn’t able to do it full justice as I’m not really in proper “serious” photographing mode when I’m on holiday with Joy – no tripod, no filters, not much time to plan or wait around for sunsets. But I did get a few decent shots and here are some.

Nant Gwynant

Here are some shots I took of Nant Gwynant yesterday. This is the valley in Snowdonia that runs from Beddgelert northwards, to the junction where the Llanberis pass turns left and then onwards to Capel Curig. On the north side of the road is the Snowdon range, very well known with lots of people. On the south side you have wild lands with very few walkers. The views of the Snowdon range are tremendous but unusual. Snowdon is seen clearly but from an odd angle that most people are unlikely to recognise.

The whole place was like a saturated sponge. Every stream was full and there were plenty of streams that I’m sure wouldn’t usually be there. It’s very photogenic but conditions weren’t ideal, with very strong winds turning me back from my high point and chasing me back half way down the hill. It was mostly cloudy but as I’d hoped the sun poked it’s head out just before it went down behind the far mountains.

Shining Tor

Shining Tor is the highest point in Cheshire. It has great views (on a clear day) across the Cheshire plain. This wasn’t such a clear day but had some nice textures and moods for a black and white treatment.

On some of the shots you can see what looks like the moon. It’s actually the sun, which was behaving quite strangely that day. It was reported in most of the papers. It was dim and orange, an effect caused, I seem to remember, by dust in the atmosphere from somewhere?

In my back yard

When photographing I spend most of my time in Snowdonia, the Lake District, Yorkshire Dales, etc. Hilly places of obvious scenic spectacle. Where I live is Cheshire, not far from Manchester. It has no hills and no spectacle. It doesn’t much inspire me, if I’m honest. But season, weather, and light can create spectacle and drama. On such a morning I went out a couple of months ago to a little lake just round the corner from my house.