
a tide leaves its footprint in the sand
A tide leaves its footprint sculpted in the sand. A hint of a ribcage
A tide leaves its footprint sculpted in the sand. A hint of a ribcage
An arty project for Lockdown 2, starting with the trapped jellyfish.
Afternoon sunshine catches my attention on the shortcut path.
Doomed jellyfish, caught in the tide, floating dangerously close to shore.
September wander along the top lane between Tan-Y-Bwlch and Croesor. Famous skylines.
Breakfast in the tomato chair, catching a smile.
Low level on the allotment at the end of July… flowery and a rich colour palette.
The bit of the path between assessing the wind and reaching the sand.
Leafy and raggedy, and only confined by rusty metal, my allotment is looking good.
Tideline. Saturday morning walk out from Porthmadog, along the length of Morfa Bychan and back. Empty summer beach, nice but sinister
Marching along a wooded lane. Sunlight. Slow down, just stop, and look at the trees for five minutes… Coed Garth-byr, January 2020
Working at home day, head-clearing trip to the beach before the sun goes down. On the beach, January 2020