Tuesday, 26 January 2016
Taking pictures that night I followed the moon. Capturing passing street lights and strangers, shadow filled roads and the buildings that had been caught in the glare of these strange and beautiful lights.
Buildings became haunted houses, passing strangers became romantic and other and trees became arcane and occult bewitched by the light of the moon.
For that night the streets of Cardiff weren't the same, for that one night the city wasn't the same. Under that unearthly night everything became spellbound.
Sunday, 17 January 2016
One day I was at a bus stop with my camera and when I looked up I was inspired for above me was a second sky, one of metal and plastic. I always meant to return to explore more of the strange sky but I never did, until now.
Its been raining over Cardiff today, so I was taking shelter under a bus stop with my camera when I looked up. Immediately I knew what my latest blog post would be about. I explored a number of stops in my area as the light over head changed from a grey grizzled sky, to a deep bruised colour before finally setting into night.
It was a new world, a colourful and bright on that shimmered and shivered with all the colours and reflections of a metal and plastic sky.
Tuesday, 12 January 2016
Sometimes I am joined by a single solitary heron who patiently stalks the water looking for any fish who are foolish enough to pass by beneath it.
Water drips down from a grey sky creating ripples in the waters below, the reflections on the waters surface momentarily disrupted.
Its somewhere I go when I want to think, to watch a world quietly going by without a man or woman to disturb it.
And in these strange swampy waters briefly I find peace.
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
Out of all this bad weather however came the most amazing opportunities for photography as black and gold patches of water stretched across its lanes.
And though it was challenging, through patient effort I was able to create a number of images that reflected this fantasy. A series of photos which hinted that the depth of these reflections held something more. At a world at the bottom of every pool.