All that swell we had has dredged up a loads of stuff from the depths and chucked it onto the beach. These foolish kelp were too young to know that a mussel wasn't a good thing to put their trust in when times got tough and ended up pulling the mussel off the rock and dooming both parties to a dry grave when the sea got rough.
Nature sure knows how to catch my eye. Anyone familiar with a colour wheel will have spotted that Mussel Blue and Kelp Orange are almost perfect complimentary colours according to the chart so I scooped a load of them up to take home and photograph as I thought they looked so darn pretty! I even got some gear and flashes out to give them the platform such a display of colour coordination deserved.
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Hurricane Swell Hits Pembrokeshire
On Thursday last week I decided to head down to the beach for a walk and debated whether to take my camera but as I’d seen some egrets on the beach recently I thought I’d grab the long lens and head down. I hadn’t realised the surf was pumping so ended up spending 15 minutes shooting the 2 guys out in the surf having a memorable sunset session. Offshore winds were blowing spray off the top of the waves and the light was perfect for a few minutes as the sun found a gap in the clouds and illuminated the scene for some lovely backlit scenes. A classic Autumnal session that’ll stay long in the memory.
Seascapes Inspired by Robert Capa
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Perambulating on a recent filthy Summers evening I wasn't expecting to take any pictures so left the house with my older camera and a 35mm lens (not a very versatile landscape setup imo) but then the light got good and there was some drama to shoot. The tide was coming in rapidly and with storm driven waves surging up the beach and limited by my choice of lens I had to outrun the waves to get a shot. Inspired somewhat by Robert Capa’s war photography (obviously my evening stroll was thankfully free of any combat induced terror) his maxim 'If your pictures aren't good enough, you're not close enough' seemed to apply here and I had to risk the horror of wet socks to get the composition I wanted. Shooting at a small aperture to allow a slower shutter speed to capture some of the drama of the waves without a tripod, I accepted camera shake as an inevitability. I'm not drawing a parallel with Capa's images shot on Omaha Beach during the D-Day landings but that's kind of what I had in mind as I took a soaking from a wave exploding against a rock behind me. An element of recklessness can be useful in any artistic endeavour and I suppose that by its nature and despite best efforts there is always a recklessness in war photography as a result of placing yourself in that setting in the first place. In other forms of photography including the usually sedate types like shooting landscapes; embracing abandon is a useful creative venture too but the life expectancy tends to be longer.
A little about Robert Capa. After humble beginnings in Budapest before spending formative years in Vienna, Prague and Berlin, which were important cultural cities at the time, Endre Freidmann relocated to Paris to escape the rise of Hitler. In Paris Freidmann adopted the pseudonym Robert Capa and went on to cover 5 major conflicts in his time before meeting his death by landmine in France's war in Vietnam in 1954 at the age of 40. His description of accompanying a US regiment during the D-Day landings and the 11 photographs that remained after fear, water and logistical challenges had conspired to destroy most of the images he made, are in combination perhaps the most concise insight into the horror of the day. His career first took off with coverage of the Spanish Civil War working alongside his lover and creative partner Gerda Taro who was killed near Madrid whilst on assignment in 1937. He later worked with Ernest Hemingway who was covering the war as a journalist before writing For Whom The Bell Tolls, a great read btw. He was influential in the lives of several great novelists as after WWII he travelled to the Soviet Union with John Steinbeck for his book A Russian Journal. He was a founder member and later president of the Magnum Photos agency. A fascinating life worth reading up on. As an avoider of war zones, consider these shots the best I can do in tribute.
One last thing for music fans who have read this far. Taro by Alt-J is about his death and ultimate reunion with Taro, his lover whose death he never really got over.
Coracle Races on the River Teifi
I headed up to Cilgerran on the Bank Holiday weekend to watch the annual coracle races. Coracles (or cwrwgl in Welsh) are traditionally used on the Teifi and the races are a long standing tradition. In use for over 2000 years, coracles have a rich history as a simple one person boat used for fishing as a pair by dragging a net down a stretch of river between two of the small boats and the design has been used in different cultures all over the world for fishing as well as transport for people and livestock. In Wales they would originally have been made from a willow frame with animal hide stretched over the bowl. The design of the boat was specific to each river making it possible to identify roughly where each was made. Nowadays they are more commonly made from ash with painted canvas or fibreglass used as the waterproof material that forms the hull.
Victory in the races is largely down to good technique with a unique paddle stroke used to propel the coracle forwards without it spinning out of control. There was a good crowd at the weekend but in the past the event was much bigger as this film from 1969 shows.
Watch Coracle Races, Cilgerran online - BFI Player
More info - Welcome | The Coracle Society
Carnedd Meibion Owen
If you’re a regular visitor, you’ll know that if I'm going to go up into the Preselis it's usually on a murky day to get some moody shots but I've got to say it's pretty nice in the blazing midday sun of a summers day. I was up that way last week so decided to pop along to Carnedd Meibion Owen (the Cairns of the Sons of Owen). Legend has it that before humans were around, Pembrokeshire was inhabited by a race of giants. Owen made a basic admin error (not uncommon amongst giants) and hadn't sorted out his will to decide where his inheritance should go. His three sons got quarrelsome about it and had an almighty rumble that involved hurling boulders at each other around the Preseli Hills. It got pretty serious and they all died of their wounds at a spot just above Ty Canol woods. Owen wasn't even dead at that point but it's said he died of a broken heart sometime later. The bodies of the brothers petrified into big piles of rocks and can be seen today. So if you haven't sorted out your will, please let Owen and this post be your inspiration.
There's a nice boulder up there that was dumped there by a glacier (or maybe a giant). It's known as the nodding dog by some. Do you know any better names for it?
Bump Shoot at Milford Haven
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Ceri and Martin are close to welcoming their new addition to the world and wanted some pictures of them and their bump before life gets a bit more chaotic! We took a stroll around the waterside at Milford Haven docks for a relaxed shoot as the sun was disappearing.
