I’m a landscape photographer based in Yorkshire. I spend a lot of time in the hills and mountains, in the UK and further afield when I can. Photography is a mindful process for me — a reason to slow down, pay attention, and bring a little of that calm back home. Prints are available in the shop.
Love is like that too. It arrives, it deepens, it changes shape. Sometimes it grows. Sometimes it fades. Sometimes it teaches you something quietly before it leaves
In a year where I have been learning to battle the inner negative rhetoric. To have more belief in myself, and more self-confidence. To now suggest that you can’t do everything you want, or rather you can but some of those things won’t end well ergo you can’t or at least shouldn’t, seems contrary to all that I have been learning.
Nestled amidst the picturesque landscapes of Bingley, West Yorkshire, stands a testament to human ingenuity and engineering prowess: the Five Rise Locks. Recently celebrating its 250th birthday, this testament to British engineering continues to captivate visitors with its impressive design and functionality.
Poking my head over a ledge I narrowly avoided the famed vomit greeting. Pat led through and deposited us safely at the base of the final stunning looking corner pitch.
There's something magical about the way nature glows during the golden hour - that fleeting time just before sunset or after sunrise when the light is soft, warm, and imbues everything with a golden hue. For landscape photographers, it's a coveted time to capture stunning images that showcase the beauty of the natural world. However, taking advantage of the golden hour requires a careful balance of technique, timing, and creativity.
I donned my big mitts and we carried on up the ridge, a dark abyss to our left which greeted us as the swirling mist occasionally parted. It was quite an experience to be so alone so high up. Dani began to throw up, his choice of breakfast came back to haunt him as half the curried noodles and a bottle of condensed milk curiously hadn’t sat well
The next twenty mins were probably some of the most peaceful I can remember. Watching the light slowly move over Ranrapalca, illuminating it’s East and North Faces with not another soul in sight, witnessing the dance between light and shadow on the glacier below me and slowly losing my fingers and nose to the cold will be something that will stay with me for a very long time.
When I wasn’t breaking through the crust and sinking to my knees, I was attempting to maintain enough traction to make it to the next rock outcrop. This carried on for another 20 minutes or so until we found a steep gully to climb which brought us up to the ridge and on to a beautiful scramble towards the summit as Dawn was breaking.
I had already sampled the kitchen of the hostel and decided that weight loss would be sufficiently achieved from time at altitude. There was, therefore, no need to run the dysentery gauntlet by cooking in the accommodation.
Chronic stress turns the volume up on everything: sound, smell, emotion, guilt. ADHD explains the speed; burnout explains the empty tank. Together they can feel like two hands on the same lever. Some days I can lower it. Some days I can’t.