Windmills are wonderful structures. Relics of a past era when corn was grounded using big heavy stones that were turned by wooden sails, powered by the wind. I’m sure Britain used to have many of these dotted about the landscapes. Continue reading →
This is the remains of an old pier down in Lepe, Hampshire, with the tide starting to come in. The day looks deceptively nice, but it was in fact a freezing cold day in March with a cold breeze blowing off the Solant. I imagine the sea was just as cold, if not colder. Though I didn’t test out this theory as I was cold enough sat on the beach taking this long exposure shot. The bit of land you an see in the far distance is the Isle of Wight. I plan on visiting there one day along with the many other places I hope to visit and are on my bucket list.
Every year thousands up thousands of people flock to the most southwesterly part of the UK to soak up the Cornish sun. As you can imagine, the summer months are the most popular. Though a couple of friends will say that Cornwall is gorgeous all year round, hence why they live there. If you get the chance, you should visit Cornwall, there are lots of beachs to choose from.
Autumn is well and truely here. The trees are turning lovely shades of red, yellow and brown. Yes, even brown looks good in the right light. Last weekend I went to Westonbirt Arboretum with a friend to photograph the autumn colours. This year we had better weather than last year, which meant the colours of the trees looked far better when the sun was out than the rain we experienced previously. This is one of the many photos I took. Hopefully I’ll be able to make a triptych out of some of the other photos.
To break up all the long exposure photos I’ve been posting recently, here is a triptych I created of some photos of incense smoke I took a while ago. I’ve been looking for a subject of some kind to produce a triptych and this is a good first start. I’ve got some more ideas of other triptyches to make, I just need to get out there and make my ideas happen. Hopefully in the coming months, but I’m making no promises. 🙂
From the title of this post you’d think that this was a photo of the demolition of Didcot. Some may argue that’s not a bad thing, but this post is about the demolition of 3 out of 6 chimneys from Didcot Power Station. The power station shut down back in 2013 and it took almost a year before these 3 chimneys came down. When the date and time was annouced, there was a big campaign here in Oxfordshire to change the time of “blow down”. In the weeks leading up to the event, it was revealed that it would take place between the times of 3am – 5am. For those that live in and around the towers, this was far to early and given that they have been around for many years, many wanted to hold demolition parties. Unfortunately the timing of the demolition didn’t change, but that didn’t stop most of the people of Didcot and the surrounding areas from getting up early, or like me staying up all night, to find a good vantage point. Luckily me and a couple of others managed to find a good spot, but we were soon joined by many other who had the same idea as us. Then, after several delays, the towers came down at 5am on July the 27th 2014.
Now that the event has been and gone, I’m quite glad that I stayed up and photographed this event. I’ve never seen a live demolition before, it was an awesome sight to see and hear even if it was over in about 15 seconds.
RIP Didcot A
This stone forms part of the West Kennet Avenue that leads you to the Avebury stone circle. There are many stones down this avenue, though there are quite a few that have gone missing over the centuries. These missing stones are marked out with way markers to give you some sort of processional route from one location to the stone circle.
I managed to capture this shot before the rain in the distance caught up with me. Thankfully I was in the local pub enjoying dinner with a couple of others by the time it actually started raining. Good timing you could say.
This is Brill Windmill, which is situated in a little Oxfordshire village called Brill. I spent a Saturday afternoon here with a photographer friend. When we arrived in the village, the sky was blue with a few clouds. After a late lunch at the local pub, the grey clouds had arrived, perfect for taking long exposures. Although the clouds weren’t particularly fast moving on this day, but there was enough movement to blur some of the clouds.