Seeking Solace in the Sea and Sky

I have been putting off posting this series for very strange reasons. Perhaps the strangest of these, for any who know me, is that I am out of words for it. I couldn’t originally figure out why. Words are things that abound in my head, and they flow from me remarkably freely. Perhaps too freely sometimes.

So why the block on this work? And then I realised. This is a work that springs from the moments in between the turbulence. When I am just sinking in to one breath and out of another, letting slip all of the myriad complications I like to add to my life, and indeed, to my art.

I wrote a poem, during the making of this series – a lovely, short, and bracing holiday at Black Head on the New South Wales Coast, where I singularly managed to fail in dragging myself out of bed so I could photograph the most amazing light show out to sea you could imagine. It is a failing of mine, that when it comes to early, late, or generally unfriendly hours, I am lazy photographer. What I did capture, though, was what I sought to, and how often does that happen? The weather, the wind, the rain and the eternal movement and complementary stillness of the ocean and the sky.

Time and simplicity.

Here is the poem, the images and the quiet expression of how it felt as I was:


Seeking Solace in the Sea and Sky

For there is solace in the sea and sky


when in the moments flicker


blending one into the other at

the limit of my sight

So water becomes air and

wind rolls in

toward the land.


The rain on my face

and the salt

down my throat

as I breath

the waves in time.


It is as if peace were a moving

changing wisp

which summoned with the tide

would only stay but such a short

and insubstantial


then sweep itself far

out of reach again


grasping and catching


and waiting once more


the wash with the water


the sky mists over

and the grey



my skin is tingling numb

as I am both lost

or found

Whole, yet

missing the intangible


as I seek the still perfection

of the line between.


I strive for the Horizon.



Horizon #1




Boomerang Beach #1


Boomerang Beach #2

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Manning Swell #1

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Red Tide Begins

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Sunset at Blackhead #1

Crowdy Head

Crowdy Head

In the Rain

In the Rain


Time in America – The photographic story of a road trip

It’s taken me a few more months than I had intended; but here it is, edited and ready for viewing – the Time in America series, part fine art, part landscape and part documentary photography, it’s been a thought provoking and genre changing experience for me:

You can learn a lot about yourself from doing photography – sitting in a car all day, feeling the miles go by and staring out of the window. We took this road trip because I don’t like to fly (even though I love looking down at the world from so many feet above and taking photos of it in it’s wonderful, distant abstraction), and we have told all of our friends that in doing so, by staying at “ground level” we have been given a better understanding of the US.

It’s true – but maybe not how most people would view it.

For my friends, especially my photo doco friends it would have meant experiences with the people: surprise encounters, an instant acquaintance. There would be connection and thenceforth photographic image… That one moment of linkage making a photo which would reach across the world.

And on one level we did meet people and speak to them – the lovely shop assistants in small towns who wished us a great journey, the waitress who when told we came from another country wondered if it was New England, and to our family and friends who gave us such wonderful, sometimes unexpected glimpses of America. But for us, shy and introverted in our own way, safe in the bubble of our vehicle, we did not attempt to make those connections solely so we could take them with us and display them via photography.

For me, instead, I like to watch and absorb, to listen and wonder – and to do so from the slight separation that is my own personality. My photography mirrors who I am – too nervous of the Universe to approach people for a portrait, too honest most of the time to skulk in corners and take one without permission.

So this is a series about a road trip from the perspective of the road, the roadside motel, the roadside walks and quiet spaces: America from a distance, and from the fleeting safety of the car window. America in motion through time and space.

You are looking at what the people have made and where they have and still do live. Their effect upon the land, and the traces they leave behind.

Can you see them? They are there, just out of sight.


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on the road

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Mount Olympic NP

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Mount Olympic NP

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Port Angeles

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Port Angeles

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Mount Rainier NP

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Mount Rainier NP

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On the road to Yellowstone

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on the road to Yellowstone

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Yellowstone NP

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Yellowstone NP

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Yellowstone NP

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Yellowstone NP

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on the road

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on the road

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into a storm

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heading across the States after seeing the Utah Parks

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heading across the States after seeing the Utah Parks

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New Jersey

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New Jersey

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the road in the late afternoon

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