Last week I drove down to the Sexten Dolomites to have a look at the Drei Zinnen. I stayed up at the Drei Zinnen hut for three nights and wandered around looking for photographs that might be included in my upcoming exhibition. I took this evening panorama looking across towards the north face of the Drei Zinnen as a weather front broke up and moved away.
I´ve just returned from a few days in the Gesäuse area of the Enntal Alps in Steiermark, Austria. This was my first visit – but it most certainly will not be my last! It´s a beautiful limestone area, of jagged peaks and wonderful mountain meadows situated on the way down to Graz on the Austrian, Slovenian border.
It was a windy turbulent day when I walked up to the Old Man of Storr on Skye. The clouds came rushing in from the sea, blown along by gusting gale force winds. I took this shot down below it, I liked how imposing the whole cliff face looked from below. The place had a sort of Dolomites feel to it.
I´ve just returned from a three week trip to the UK, for two weeks of which we made a fantastic tour of the north of Scotland. The weather was amazing and the scenery was breathtaking. I took this at Neist Point on Skye where we had a wonderful night wild camping.
I´ve often walked past these ruins of the old copper mines on the Miners Track. I was usually on the way to do a climb on Y Lliwedd or in winter, one of the Trinity snow gullies on Yr Wyddfa, Snowdon. But this visit I wanted to photograph them, hopefully with some moody lighting. The weather was clearing as I got there, but at least there were still some clouds above Y Lliwedd in the background.
There´s a tremendous sense of history here. Industrial history with the copper mine, mountaineering history with Y Lliwedd. At the end of the 19th and beginning of the 20th Centuries Y Lliwed was one of the prime crags for the still young sport of rock climbing. It´s a big crag, one where it´s easy to get off route on. There is also mythological history here too, King Arthur is rumoured to be buried in a cave somewhere on the Y Lliwedd face, ready to spring forth when the kingdom is in danger.
Returning Snow –
Snow has returned today,
I stand on the balcony
As my mind´s eye
Leaves tracks across the hill.
“The world today is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot.” Henry Beston, The Outermost House.
The other day I read a blog post by Julian Hoffman called the Bugling Sky He prefaced it with a quote from Henry Beston´s The Outermost House. I´d never heard of Beston before, or this book, so I did a bit of research. The nature writer, Henry Beston, lived for a year in a small beach house he´d had built on the sands of Cape Cod. His description of this year spent on the shores of this fragile peninsula which stands on the eastern US seaboard, exposed to the power of the North Atlantic, is one of the most lyrical and descriptive pieces of nature writing in the English language. The above quote from The Outermost House resonated with me, and although he wrote this in 1928, it´s still just as relevant for us today.