Posts Tagged ‘North Wales’

Moel Famau

Thursday, December 4th, 2008

We are lucky enough to have this country park on our doorstep. It’s nothing spectacular when held up against nearby Snowdonia national park, but serves as a great local bolt-hole for a fix of fresh air. Once in a while it all falls into place – with the sun, snow and the last of the autumn colour it starts to feel like somewhere far more remote.

The bottom image is a panorama, molded from seven portrait shots. The clarity of the original image is astounding, but you will have to take my word for it looking at this postage stamp version!

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Man Ceiriog

Friday, November 28th, 2008

This ruggedly handsome chap kindly let me take his portrait as part of a seasonal series I am work on. He was pulling a large cart of wood up a steep lane when he kindly stopped for me. He looked great – straight out of Lord of the Rings I thought. I just need to get three other local folk to agree to seasonal environmental portraits for Winter, Spring and Summer and that’s my Four Seasons of the Ceiriog Valley exhibition entry sorted. It all sounds so straightforward in words. Oh, and I really need to find this chap again and ask him to sign a model release form. Easy.

An Autumn Day

Thursday, November 6th, 2008

The top image here is the Fairy Glen, near Betws-y-Coed, North Wales. This is probably one of the most photographed locations in North Wales, but despite this, I will certainly be paying my 50p to go back down there again, perhaps near midday when the sun is shining directly down the steep gorge and lighting up the autumn leaves…

Snowdonia Mountains

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

The snow-clad mountain lurching behind the tree at the top of this set of images is Tryfan, a mountain that has touched most of the outdoor-orientated folks I know in one way or another. I remember it for terrifying icy winter scrambles, oh, and watching my partner being helicopter-lifted from a decent route. A couple of friends will definitely remember the top of the mountain as the place they became engaged to be married. Another chap we know probably treats it with great respect after dislocating his shoulder on the way down. Once you have walked, scrambled or climbed the north ridge route of this hill, it distills the contradictory mix of outright respect and just plain rocky fun into everyone who passes that way.

The Sinister Snowman

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

The brief sunshine through the freezing cold today reminded me of one of my favourite poems by Wallace Stevens:

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.


Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

It snowed today. Actually it really snowed today. It snows occasionally around here during winter, but not until around December or January. I think there was a wee little man that enjoyed the early snow even more than I did…


Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

This crumbling Welsh cottage was only accessible by climbing through ivy and a partly collapsed doorway. Well worth the liberal covering of dust I left with.

Summertime rolls…

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

These shots were taken in the rather wonderful Ceiriog Valley, North Wales.

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A evening bike ride…

Wednesday, June 25th, 2008

This evening we went up Snowdon. On mountain bikes. This involves a 2 hour ride/push to the summit, followed by a bone-shaking 25 minute decent back to Llanberis and a pint.

The new summit cafe is really taking shape now. People often comment that in demolishing the previous eyesore that was the 1960’s cafe from the summit of Snowdon, there was the opportunity to return the summit of our highest mountain to its natural state. Every year though, this hill gets busier. At the weekends there can be a queue to stand on the summit platform even when the train is closed.

Although this bustling summit feels at odds with the relative freedom of the rest of Snowdonia, in the wider context, Europe’s mountains are scatted with are cable cars, funicular railways and high alpine cafes. These cafes often offer wonderful local food and impressive views. In this tradition, one beautiful piece of modern architecture on our most trafficked Welsh summit doesn’t seem one too many to me. Maybe now it will become the exciting mountain experience for the masses it always should have been. Let’s just hope when it’s completed, that the chef is as good as the architect…


Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

In the language of flowers, the thistle is an ancient Celtic symbol for Nobility of Character. Looking at these majestic, but heavily armoured flowerheads, it’s easy to see why.