Barn Doors (for people)

The sort of doors that I'm likely to come across are those in a more rural and less populated setting. Basically, I'm not often found in areas where a lot more humans like to gather, build towns or cities and live fairly close to each other and therefore the exposure to fancy doors protecting the… Continue reading Barn Doors (for people)

Abandoned Airfield

I live very near to Davidstow Moor airfield. It's not a working airfield these days; more a flat and high altitude set of remnants of one, with some current usage by hobbyist model aircraft and microlight flyers, learner drivers and some more umm... different hanging about in less social hours. The airfield played an active part… Continue reading Abandoned Airfield

Church on Sunday

The title only refers to the fact that it is Sunday when I'm posting this picture of a church; in fact I'll be down at the beach scouring it for plastic and fishing industry waste and cleaning it up rather than sitting in church singing and asking for any supernatural help with the problems we… Continue reading Church on Sunday

Getting it all wrong accidentally

My last post detailed what I am doing with my camera in order to achieve some photographic abstract effects deliberately. I thought it would be good to describe - and also show a couple more pictures to illustrate - how I am just as capable of getting things wrong accidentally as anyone else is. Some background… Continue reading Getting it all wrong accidentally

Offshore Mists Two

I posted a straight black and white shot of the Cambeak headland at Crackington wearing its little offshore cloud yesterday. Regular followers will know I've been trying the alternative abstract intentional camera movement technique on pretty much everything as well, so of course I tried it here too. My alone time - well, at least… Continue reading Offshore Mists Two

Offshore Mists

Yesterday morning was looking to bring a fine day. Even by 9am on a Sunday families were already occupying their little territories of the receding beach at Crackington as the tide was heading for one of its high points for the day. I had headed down there a little earlier than normal to give myself… Continue reading Offshore Mists