As I´ve written before, it´s often the small things that catch my eye – the overgrown wall or grave in a country churchyard often fascinate more than the total view. I took this at the back of the Llanffinnan churchyard on the island of Anglesey, North Wales. In itself this is no remarkable or noteworthy place – excepting that the Tudor dynasty, the ancestors of Henry VIII and Elisabeth I, heralded from Penmynydd a small village which is just a stone´s throw from here – but it´s forgotten anonymity gives it a certain charm.
What else can one do at such times, but look, and meditate.
It´s been like that here of late. Grey cloud as far as the eye can see – which is not very far. Yesterday we drove down to Chiemsee in the hope of getting out of the murk. But it was to no avail. Non the less the mist, the bad light all added together to give a very pleasing result – for me, at least. The mountains behind the lake are invisible, there is only a touch of a horizon visible – the lake, when clear, is finite, the view blocked by mountains, but now, in this mist, it goes on infinitely.
Cappadocia lies in eastern Anatolia. For a landscape photographer it´s a dream – it´s pillars, towers and ravines just keep on presenting views to you. I spent hours wandering through this beautiful landscape looking at the churches and homes tunneled into the soft volcanic rocks. The small vegetable gardens hidden within the ravines had a sort of Garden of Eden quality to them.
This old ruin is situated on the north coast of Anglesey. It was originally built to produce refractory bricks for the steel industry, the bricks being exported directly from it´s own dock. It closed down at the start of the Great War.
I took these shots after climbing the Weismiess (4017m). in September. If you´d like to view the complete Mischabel gallery please go here