Colours Make Happy

In the small valley below the Brecon Beacons, the morning light arrived in layers. At first only silhouettes of trees, then a faint silver in the stream, then a blue-grey field opening toward the mountains. I had planned to sleep longer. Instead I jumped out and…

In Wales I met another photographer while standing in an icy stream. We began talking in water cold enough to numb your feet through bad socks. We stayed long enough to forget the temperature. We spoke about lenses, travel, life choices, and random things that matter…

On the coast north of Newcastle I parked near a small bridge that is only useful around low tide. At high water it turns into an object in the landscape, more sculpture than infrastructure. I like these contradictions. They mirror travel itself: we move to be…