My last post had photos from a drizzly day in Swaledale. I camped overnight (in a campsite, not my usual bivvy bag) and set my alarm optimistically for 4am, hoping for clear skies at dawn. I was surprisingly asleep when it went off and I poked my head out. Hmmm… – mixed. However, enough clear areas to make it worth getting up for. Out I went, walked up the valley to find a good viewpoint.
Not the best sunrise I’ve ever seen but worth being out for.
Each year in late May and early June a natural wonder occurs in the Yorkshire Dales. The meadows come into flower. Throughout the pennine areas you see carpets of buttercups. Nowhere do you see a better display than Swaledale and most spectacular of all are the meadows of Muker, at the western end of the dale. Continue reading →
I went out for my first specifically-autumnal shoot last week, to Bolton Abbey. The stretch of the River Wharfe from the abbey up to Barden tower has some spectacular mixed woodland as the river goes through a deep valley. I try and go there every autumn. Plenty of colour already but I suspect the best is yet to come. I haven’t been out photographing much recently, as I’ve been spending a lot of time in the studio making frames and prints but I’m mostly over that so hopefully a lot more shots to come. Continue reading →
Joy and I did a wonderful walk around Swaledale yesterday. Despite a less than good forecast it was perfect walking weather, cool but bright and calm. We were there visiting our friends Richard and Polly at The Old School Gallery in Muker. They’d had their second open evening, which was a great success, and I’d also taken some new prints to put into stock there. Continue reading →
There’s still plenty of autumn colour in the Yorkshire Dales at the moment, if you go looking for it. The trees aren’t all bare and in dull weather trees and rivers and falls are the best subject. Continue reading →
Friend and erstwhile market stallholder Richard and his better half Polly have moved up to better things and opened a very nice gallery shop in Muker, at the west end of Swaledale in the Yorkshire Dales. We went to visit over the weekend, to see how the other half lives. Nowadays, when I’m at the market in wind and driving rain, I think of Richard all warm, dry and safe inside his gallery and I curse him. Continue reading →