Following the devastating floods which took a grip on parts of Cumbria this winter, Mark Littlejohn & Doug Chinnery have established and organised some charity activities designed to help raise some funds and get the much loved county (and home of the Lake District) back onto its feet. I was personally extremely saddened to see classic features like the bridge at Pooley Bridge completely destroyed by the deluge. Thanks to the generosity of many people, impressive sums have already been raised as part of that effort but more is required.
It’s that inevitable time of year again when there’s a moment to breathe, take in the year and reflect on some of best photography from 2015. This particular list is drawn from my Flickr favourites and just because your photography doesn’t feature here, doesn’t really mean anything, these are just 20 images that particularly caught my eye this year on Flickr – the rest of them can be seen BY CLICKING HERE.
I’ll be the first to admit that I could feel all interest in my landscape photography floating away on the wind and rain of recent weeks. I’m guessing I’m not alone either – simply put Autumn has been rough and with that comes impatience and black days of artistic depression. Endless grey is stifling and all it does is darken my mood. Worse still, my failure to ignite any competition success (it’s all relative) with my landscapes led me to start really questioning what I’ve been focussing my interest on. The pinnacle came about six weeks ago in October when it seems that there was a photograph of a misty beech tree on every page of the internet, one or two photographers were even brave enough to point that out…
I’m pleased to confirm that for the second year running I’ve been shortlisted in Outdoor Photographer Of The Year 2015 – a worldwide competition run by Outdoor Photography Magazine.
Following on my previous success in Landscape Photographer Of The Year, for the fifth year running I was once again shortlisted in the competition, this time with two photographs. Unfortunately that’s where my run came to an end this year however as neither image was progressed any further into the book or exhibition. I know many photographers would have been proud of such an achievement but after last year where I collected a Highly Commended, Judges Choice & Commended (all three appeared in the book) I suppose this felt like a bit of a backwards step. As many have pointed out however it’s all about how each individual judge sees things on any given day though and there is no doubt that competition is very, very tough with a very high benchmark generally…
I’ve been there before. The expectation of a glorious season is around the corner and then follows weeks of rain, flat conditions, endless grey cloud and a limitless lack of atmosphere. The key is to be prepared to travel, follow the conditions when necessary but above all, be out there early in the season if it presents the opportunity so that you can try and take the pressure off yourself if you’ve gone through a long empty summer like I did this year. Of course, the prime directive of lower your expectation is cast aside like a distant memory as the promise of golden light and opportunity fills us like a new horizon born out of every morning.
I’m not sure why, but this summer was just way too painful. When I was a kid it’s all we lived for; long warm days to play tennis, riding bikes for miles or endless hours on a crowded beach, all activities to definitely look forward to… Here I am in my mid-forties and I hate it. That can’t be right can it!?
As I look outside at an autumnal rain shower hammering at my window this morning, I’m reflecting on the fact that somehow I managed to create something in each month during the summer that I was actually happy with. Looking back now I’m not even sure how I managed that given that I set out with purpose to take some images on no more than three or four occasions if that. However after a hopeful weather forecast I decided to get myself up to the Peak District to visit some views while the heather was in bloom and what I got was an additional unexpected treat at sunrise. I timed my arrival almost a little too optimistically and pulled my car over at the side of the road somewhere on the hills above Hathersage. The light was pretty spectacular by anyone’s account, the low layers of mist giving way to a full on pink and purple sunrise. The problem with the Peak District (or should I say the value of the Peak District?) is that it can be pretty featureless across certain views, a landscape stripped of most defining objects, a tundra with a handful of trees dotted around at best.
As I said in last month’s Image Of The Month, the summer of 2015 has totally flattened my spirit some how. Autumn certainly can’t come soon enough. I’m not great in the sun and burn far too easily, I can’t stand biting insects which drive me to distraction and despite having an Infrared option up my sleeve the idea of actually using it had become uninspiring. When I get like this I often seek out a change of scenery and there’s nothing I like more than the peace and tranquility of North Devon so I went down on a whim in the middle of the month.
Although late spring was finished off beautifully with a trip to the Brecon Beacons, June fell somewhat flat for me with the conditions somehow sapping my enthusiasm. This is often the case for many landscape photographers in the summer months of course and even a trip to the Kent coast did little to lift my mood. Inevitably I find landscape photography is linked to my general state of mind and ever earlier starts become wearing ensuring it all feels a lot less enticing.