A tide leaves its footprint sculpted in the sand. A hint of a ribcage
Doomed jellyfish, caught in the tide, floating dangerously close to shore.
The bit of the path between assessing the wind and reaching the sand.
Tideline. Saturday morning walk out from Porthmadog, along the length of Morfa Bychan and back. Empty summer beach, nice but sinister
Working at home day, head-clearing trip to the beach before the sun goes down. On the beach, January 2020
Playing with cyanotypes. Seaweed and a few other props, rekindled into fake tidepools, baked in the sun and toned in Photoshop.
Grey day in March, the wind and waves whipping up foam on the beach. It sounds fantastic too, fills your head… Criccieth and Morfa Bychan, one afternoon in March, 2019.
Summer beach, big space. Porthmadog estuary beaches, a photo gallery.