Everytime I look at this image I smell the river and the lush green of early Summer.
I have a bit of an obsession with this old footbridge. Gated and locked, it seems to span the river without connecting anything.
I have a bit of an obsession with this old footbridge. Gated and locked, it seems to span the river without connecting anything, disappearing without trace into a tangle of undergrowth.
I love old botanical illustrations, and I've been trying to bring that focus on subject without bringing those subjects into artificial environments. Hawthorn blossom is perfect for this.
Grindylows are mythical creatures from the North of England, with their roots thought to be the monster Grendel from the epic of Beowulf. With greenish scaly skin, sharp teeth and long powerful arms to drag unsuspecting humans into their bogs, pools and streams, they were used to frighten children from straying too near dangerous waters.
Grindylows are mythical creatures from the North of England, with their roots thought to be the monster Grendel from the epic of Beowulf. With greenish scaly skin, sharp teeth and long powerful arms to drag unsuspecting humans into their bogs, pools and streams, they were used to frighten children from straying too near dangerous waters.
I love old botanical illustrations, and I've been trying to bring that focus on subject without bringing those subjects into artificial environments. Hawthorn blossom is perfect for this.
I have a bit of an obsession with this old footbridge. Gated and locked, it seems to span the river without connecting anything. It appears even more mysterious on a moonlit night, with the river flowing silently away into a tangle of fallen trees.
I love mist and fog, the soft light it brings. I especially love it early or late in the day when it combines with low sun. Stillness and calm with a hint of being lost in the woods.
Experimenting with depth of field and blur with my Lensbaby. I love the ethereal quality this brings, but finding that sweet spot is a real challenge.
