Was digging through my unpublished images and stumbled across some surprises – and here’s one. This iceberg was photographed near Nuugaatsiaq, Baffin Bay, Greenland, during a Greenpeace expedition in 2009.
Every so often, Millennium Images, the London-based photography agency that I am a contributor to, publishes a beautiful catalogue of work by their stable of “artist photographers”.
Wave breaking over Iceberg in the Southern Ocean, seen from the Greenpeace Esperanza, February 2, 2007. That’s a couple of petrels (seabirds) you can see flying by the lower part of the berg, gives a sense of scale.
The harvest supermoon rising over the Burren, Co Clare, and Galway Bay Ireland. Images made a month ago by lucky chance. We hadn’t paid attention to when moonrise was, but had walked down to the shore for the last of the sun’s rays on our first night in Connemara. As the light faded, a strange pale dome reared up above the ancient limestone hills of the Burren, above Black Head. As it rose, the moon it turned yellow, then a deep orange. And as it kissed the mountains goodbye, and day became night its shimmering reflection appear on the bay’s calm waters of the bay.
Images from a month or so ago – Gravel cycling in the Western Algarve, Portugal – round trip from Portugal’s south coast, the west, and back again, passing through the Parque Natural do Sudoeste Alentejano e Costa Vicentina(Southwest Alentejo and Vicentine Coast Natural Park) in the Algarve, Portugal. The beach is Praia de Barriga.
At the river’s edge. After a May afternoon of tempestuous squalls, the sun sets, leaving a blaze behind the forest. The wind was gone, and a lone river cot swung idly on its mooring line, surrounded by the reflected fire. There’s a peculiar form of silence that envelopes the river after sunset. Most birds have gone quiet, except for mallards laughing raucously in the distance.
When the wind blows on the river, the surface of the water stretches thin. Now, with the wind gone, it turns viscous and languid. Nervous water striders zig-zag across the water’s tight skin, mindful of the trout that every twenty or thirty seconds, leap from the water into the air, in search of supper.
Thanks to PhotoKunst and The Shades of Compassion Foundation, one of my photographs is part of theShades of Compassion group exhibition, which will be travelling in the US, and internationally between 2022-2027. UPDATE 19 December 2022: The exhibition opened at the Headley Whitney Museum, Lexington, Kentucky, United States in March 2023.
As the PhotoKunst website says “the exhibition’s primary goal is to promote compassion worldwide through inspirational, thought provoking photographs. Drawn from a diverse roster of forty-one international fine art photographers, the fifty exhibition photographs encompass a diverse spectrum of perspective, subject and artistic expression”.
Gravel ride between dawn and sunrise, between the sea and the sky, where the Pyrenees touch the Mediterranean on the Côte Vermeille, France, in sight of Catalonia.
In late 2020, I started pulling together a series of bird portraits, images made all over the world, over a long period of time. I believe the beauty, diversity and strangeness of birds is often overlooked, so I wanted to share that with my followers on my Instagram account. Read More »15 Bird Portraits
This is an image I made at the end of 2020 in the Pyrenees, France. I think of this as one of my “cycling photographs” – I wasn’t on my bike when I made this, but I had ridden up this climb earlier in the year, and it’s pretty epic. The image works for me as there’s a convergence of angles, with a curve allowing the road to slip away, unseen.
In November 2020, I received an email from a lady in Michigan, in the United States. She’d just had a new baby, named Sage, and she wanted to find a photograph of sagebrush in the bedroom of the new family member’s bedroom.
Photographing trees and forests – I always find this difficult. How to make any sense of the beautiful organic chaos without just re-creating something in a dull, or cliched way? How to express the feeling of being out in the woods to someone who doesn’t know the place you’ve been?