Haughmond Hill Walk

02nd May 2014

Landscape photography can be one of the most solitary professions there is. Your up at the crack of dawn to find the best spot for sunrise and out till all hours searching for that elusive sunset. For me that which almost always works best is where an ocean, sea or some kind of water is involved. I admire the landscape photographers out there all weathers all seasons. Facing the elements and braving the heights I long to reach but sadly are denied me. Mostly I am out alone when I get free time and the energy to get out. However there are times when I am very fortunate to find fellow photographers that accompany me on my trips, without either encroaching on our individual artistic nature or intruding on our spaces but in company and artistic creativity. I am so very lucky to have a few mates who are just perfect to go on shoots with. Some not photographers at all just very into nature and love being out there. Others photographers of an amateur nature who should be professional and then the professional photographers who have been doing it all their lives. I am truly blessed. I learn so much from them and today was given the best lesson of all. Sometimes it is the equipment and not you. So my gear will be going for servicing and checking over very VERY SOON!

I think I would be right in saying that no one sees all that I see when I go out on a shoot.This is down to my dear old Great Auntie Nan's (boy we miss her) influence on my Dad and us three girls she had the most amazing imagination and love of the outdoors and made us all see it in all it's glory. Most mates have commented that since going out with me they now really look and see things previously they may have missed. Whether it be the amazing colour of the leaf of a tree against it's bark or the shape of a stump, the way the light hits the landscape and creates patterns. I guess I am lucky I see so much, However I am more than capable of missing just as much and have often seen shots taken by others whilst out with me and thought where the hell were they to get that.

I have had some of the best teachers! The fussiest of lecturers, tutors who would send you out to photograph a raindrop, repeatedly, all morning! Until you have come back and truly feel that rain drop. Until you actually truly see it, how it hangs on a branch quivering, that precise point that it becomes to big to hold it's own weight and starts to bulge at the base then just before it is to late you click just as the breakage from the bow happens and you have captured it. Lowest aperture, greatest depth of field to give that lovely crisp drop and everything else a blur. To really see art in the landscape. Then of course you take this piece of magic into the darkroom and the work starts all over again. Well it did! These days obviously it is mostly done in the likes of Photoshop, Lightroom, Aperture, Nik Software and various others of which tuturials abound all over.

There are days when you truly see art in nature, when suddenly art that you loved but never truly got why comes to life. Today was such a day for me. I have always loved the work of swiss surrealist HR Giger. The intricacy of it amazes me the attention to detail the hidden people, faces, horrors, fantasies etc. Today I saw the mightiest of tree roots up turned and it struck me how many faces, animals, people I could see. The twisting of the roots like snakes running out through the dried soil, literally torn out the earth. I stood there studying and thinking familiar, why so familiar. Then it hit me Giger. The light was not great and we were short of time as my companion had appointments and I had work back at the office. So I will be back to capture this in more detail.

For now here are just a couple of shots of Mother Natures surrealism.

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