Oxygen Is Underrated
The best things in life are free!
What a load of crap!
The last time I checked, a bottle of vintage Pol Roger cost more than a few quid and Richard Mille wouldn’t give me the time of day. If I did have a local McLaren dealer, I doubt they would appreciate me drooling down their windows, it’s not a good look!
But seriously, there are some things in life which do not cost anything apart from just a little effort, like fresh air. There can be no doubting the cathartic value of just being out there, free from the constraints of the mobile phone, the laptop and the strait jacket. After working indoors all week the chance to escape for a few hours wandering around the great outdoors, discussing the price of fish with any passing sheep that care to listen, is just too good a chance to miss.
Having the ‘no service’ sign on the mobile is actually a blessing; my only concern would be that I couldn’t let Jo know that I’d fallen down that ravine!
I just love the sound of water, from the crashing and breaking of waves to the gurgling and babbling of a gently flowing stream. It’s like therapy without the price tag, the comfy couch and the painful confrontation of life’s accumulated baggage!
When I go out on a shoot, I’m invariably alone and as you know, I talk crap most of the time, but conversations out loud with myself can have a tendency to attract unwanted attention from intrigued by-passers. I’m usually just surrounded by the sounds of the countryside; the joyous melody of the skylark, the gently babbling brook and of course the irate guttural expletives from the farmer because he objects to you playing on his tractor!
It’s a time for quiet reflection, contemplation and of course stuffing yourself with unhealthy goodies. A time to ask yourself questions like:
‘What would it be like to have friends’?
'How much pain would I suffer if I did fall the 20 feet off this ledge to the cascade below'?
'Is Love Island really contributing to our understanding of the psychology of interpersonal relationships'?
If I sound like an old fart, it’s because I am an old fart and the kids need to put down their mobiles, tablets and laptops and get outside. It’s the same for the old gits too, joint replacements and Pacemakers permitting, just get out there. As for me, I’m off to photograph a naked man on a beach!
Of all my waterfall shots, this is my favourite, shot at Rhiwargor Falls at Lake Vyrnwy.
I make no apologies for linking this guy again, you don’t have to listen, but this is quite simply beautiful and I think it goes well with this image. It's such an emotional piece, study his expressions, you can feel the emotion, either that or he's suffering with Gall stones! I also never knew a waste paper basket could sound so beautiful.
He is doing about 6 nights in Milan in December.........Hmmmm, Citybreak?
Oxygen Is Underrated
The best things in life are free!
What a load of crap!
The last time I checked, a bottle of vintage Pol Roger cost more than a few quid and Richard Mille wouldn’t give me the time of day. If I did have a local McLaren dealer, I doubt they would appreciate me drooling down their windows, it’s not a good look!
But seriously, there are some things in life which do not cost anything apart from just a little effort, like fresh air. There can be no doubting the cathartic value of just being out there, free from the constraints of the mobile phone, the laptop and the strait jacket. After working indoors all week the chance to escape for a few hours wandering around the great outdoors, discussing the price of fish with any passing sheep that care to listen, is just too good a chance to miss.
Having the ‘no service’ sign on the mobile is actually a blessing; my only concern would be that I couldn’t let Jo know that I’d fallen down that ravine!
I just love the sound of water, from the crashing and breaking of waves to the gurgling and babbling of a gently flowing stream. It’s like therapy without the price tag, the comfy couch and the painful confrontation of life’s accumulated baggage!
When I go out on a shoot, I’m invariably alone and as you know, I talk crap most of the time, but conversations out loud with myself can have a tendency to attract unwanted attention from intrigued by-passers. I’m usually just surrounded by the sounds of the countryside; the joyous melody of the skylark, the gently babbling brook and of course the irate guttural expletives from the farmer because he objects to you playing on his tractor!
It’s a time for quiet reflection, contemplation and of course stuffing yourself with unhealthy goodies. A time to ask yourself questions like:
‘What would it be like to have friends’?
'How much pain would I suffer if I did fall the 20 feet off this ledge to the cascade below'?
'Is Love Island really contributing to our understanding of the psychology of interpersonal relationships'?
If I sound like an old fart, it’s because I am an old fart and the kids need to put down their mobiles, tablets and laptops and get outside. It’s the same for the old gits too, joint replacements and Pacemakers permitting, just get out there. As for me, I’m off to photograph a naked man on a beach!
Of all my waterfall shots, this is my favourite, shot at Rhiwargor Falls at Lake Vyrnwy.
I make no apologies for linking this guy again, you don’t have to listen, but this is quite simply beautiful and I think it goes well with this image. It's such an emotional piece, study his expressions, you can feel the emotion, either that or he's suffering with Gall stones! I also never knew a waste paper basket could sound so beautiful.
He is doing about 6 nights in Milan in December.........Hmmmm, Citybreak?