https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/ https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/links.html https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/about.html https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/otheritems.html https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/gallery.html https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/news.html https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/published-work-competition-placings-and https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/page65631.html https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/published-award-winning-for-andrew https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/2011-portfolio https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/2014-portfolio https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/2013-portfolio https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/2012-portfolio https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/portal https://images.on-this.website/23419_1777006685521e6564360ad.jpgPortal [size=12]Portal[/size] [align=justify]Climbing the steep, harbour-side steps to these remains I pass by other buildings in similar disarray. A couple pause near me. He shoots snaps of her in the nearby ruins as I study the relationship between the doorway and the path leading to it. The directional cloud forces my angle.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/teignmouth-speed https://images.on-this.website/23419_610984997521e46038d5a3.jpgTeignmouth Speed [size=12]Teignmouth Speed[/size] [align=justify]Teignmouth is my nearest beach, and this afternoon (as many before) I've paced it's shoreline looking for inspiration. Somehow I've never considered this composition before, despite shooting it's constituent parts on separate occasions. I look again, excited and marvelling at how slowly the seemingly familiar trickles it's secrets.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/boardwalk https://images.on-this.website/23419_510279934521e651cb3b15.jpgBoardwalk [size=12]Boardwalk[/size] [align=justify]During the hazy, cloying days of summer when the sun's rays beat down crowds of people will frequent here, strolling perhaps hand-in-hand, chatting to one another or just sitting awhile to laze the hours away. Today the sun is hidden. The air is cool and I feel the mist dampen my skin. There will be no crowds today.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/e293 https://images.on-this.website/23419_1385056545521e54b68b605.jpgE293 [size=12]E293[/size] [align=justify]A seafaring vessel with it's back to the ocean. Petulance, indifference, or something else entirely I ponder while seeking to best capture the light that simultaneously illuminates and casts shadow.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/undercurrents https://images.on-this.website/23419_1996626942521e434c36a56.jpgUndercurrents [size=12]Undercurrents[/size] [align=justify]Small groups of people linger along the water's edge, reluctant to enter as the tidal warning flag bends in the wind. A lifeguard is nearing, I watch as he relocates a second flag a little further up the beach to escape the incoming ocean. I ask if he'd mind me finishing my shot and he obliges, moving on to a third.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/sea-tractor-iii https://images.on-this.website/23419_2145740492525ee12d11a45.jpgSea Tractor III [size=12]Sea Tractor III[/size] [align=justify]A woman sits nearby this peculiar contraption, paying me little heed as I set up my gear ready to photograph. Shortly a car pulls up behind, and she smiles in recognition as its driver climbs out before they embark on the vessel's steps together. Seconds later the engine fires up and the tractor begins its unlikely crossing over the water.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/arboretum https://images.on-this.website/23419_1278660507521e65707e591.jpgArboretum [size=12]Arboretum[/size] [align=justify]Circling the wall, I walk by uniform grassy banks and clipped, regimental hedges. There's a quiet dignity about the place I seek to preserve.[align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/crowns https://images.on-this.website/23419_1524357730521e653e85934.jpgCrowns [size=12]Crowns[/size] [align=justify]Botallack Mine in Cornwall is steeped in history - I can feel an almost palpable sense of heritage even upon approach. Threatening cloud looms high overhead and the first heavily pregnant drops of rain fall as I crouch behind a large rocky outcropping, watching as the tones of the jagged cliffs darken seemingly by the second.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/ferrymans-hide https://images.on-this.website/23419_945504072521e654d2f1a3.jpgFerrymans Hide [size=12]Ferryman's Hide[/size] [align=justify]Were it not for the thickening mist forming around this curious structure, an ugly stretch of toll bridge spanning high above the water would be revealed. I've never seen it. I know only from the research I've done prior to arriving here - research that'll be validated later in the day when I'll drive across the toll and look back down.[align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/shakyamuni https://images.on-this.website/23419_100855819353d978725a8a0.jpgShakyamuni [size=12]Shakyamuni[/size] [align=justify]The Guatama Buddha strikes an impressive figure, iconic and instantly recognisable. This one is particularly large at twenty seven metres high, situated in the Ba Na Hills, Vietnam, and I shoot high to omit holiday-makers and trappings of tourism at ground level. It's all about the countenance...[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/creatures-of-habit https://images.on-this.website/23419_297061531521e4160e58f2.jpgCreatures Of Habit [size=12]Creatures Of Habit[/size] [align=justify]Flowing from the Bristol Channel - home to the second highest tidal range in the world - the speed at which these waters approach startles me. Minutes earlier the sea was barely visible yet now I study the sands beneath my tripod, watching for signs of slippage as eager waves encroach upon it's footing.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/promenade https://images.on-this.website/23419_907211308521e64fc3e78d.jpgPromenade [size=12]Promenade[/size] [align=justify]My camera's securely mounted on it's tripod, and I'm listening to the footfalls of a man and woman (a couple I'm sure) fading away behind me. They were clad in jogging gear, and had passed me to run to the end of the pier and back again. They politely acknowledged me first, waiting for me to take the shot, but it doesn't work that way so naturally I thanked them and waved them through. It's curious how quickly the rhythmic sound of their muffled, elongated steps are disappearing. I'm alone again.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/lighthouse-centre https://images.on-this.website/23419_2063912659521e65751bafa.jpgLighthouse Centre [size=12]Lighthouse Centre[/size] [align=justify]Exploring the scene, I weigh up the possibilities of shooting the collapsed sea arch, the plateau-forming rocks, winch and somewhat ramshackle huts. I'm trying to shun the lighthouse, to avoid the obvious and clichéd in search of something fresh. I shoot a few subjects disinterestedly. Do you know? I like that lighthouse...[align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/early-morning-walk https://images.on-this.website/23419_1947179794521e498c94945.jpgEarly Morning Walk [size=12]Early Morning Walk[/size] [align=justify]I watch as the sun rises in front of this single beach hut, marvelling at the lack of warmth it casts through the mist. A near-silhouetted woman and her dog cross the shoreline, and I trip the shutter.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/fresh-sea-food https://images.on-this.website/23419_707785425521e64d34eac2.jpgFresh Sea Food [size=12]Fresh Sea Food[/size] [align=justify]The incongruous nature of the stall attracts me at first, it's shutters closed to the public during the winter months. To the right a larger enterprise is at play. Deciding to juxtapose these perspectives, I set to work as the cloud shifts overhead.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/fishermans-cottage https://images.on-this.website/23419_356542382521e653750858.jpgFishermans Cottage [size=12]Fisherman's Cottage[/size] [align=justify]As I set up to shoot two walkers pass by heading for the coastal path. Like me before them, they try to resist the temptation to glance in at the netted windows - unwilling to appear rude to any possible occupants within. Does anyone live here? If so are they permanent as the cottage itself, or is this traditional building now let to holidaying families? The paraphernalia outside indicates the former yet I can't be sure.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/dark-canopy https://images.on-this.website/23419_1656647138521e43d1dc590.jpgDark Canopy [size=12]Dark Canopy[/size] [align=justify]The tree at the end of a journey on foot through grass sodden with early morning dew, laced with glittering spider's webs. From the knee down my trouser legs are saturated due to forging a route through the undergrowth. It won't be long though before everything starts to dry as the sun climbs higher.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/shelter https://images.on-this.website/23419_96762594521e64cbe4f6b.jpgShelter [size=12]Shelter[/size] [align=justify]People stroll by, some glancing quizically as I study the sky and let my exposure run. One or two walk behind the camera, one or two walk in front. It doesn't really matter, I know the seventy seconds my shutter is open will render them invisible. A waiting place where I wait. I pack up my gear, move on and join them.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/welcome-to-tinside-lido https://images.on-this.website/23419_143629599521e43429a61b.jpgWelcome To Tinside Lido [size=12]Welcome To Tinside Lido[/size] [align=justify]When I arrived, nobody was present in this scene. I took one or two shots, calculating exposure variables while watching a cloud bank drift low across the distant peninsula. Now, a small group of synchronised swimmers have taken to the waters. They walked from the outside edge of the pool to the far end, before swimming to the central dais. Shortly I'll be asked to sign a release form of sorts by an attendant, in case their faces are visible in my image.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/snake https://images.on-this.website/23419_439380787521e6492c9f37.jpgSnake [size=12]Snake[/size] [align=justify]The sweeping wall's serpentine curves are undeniably attractive to me as I set up to shoot, drawn by the side-lighting and drifting cloud that's gradually moving into position to complete the scene. Minutes later only the curves remain.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/bathing-dangerous-here https://images.on-this.website/23419_996994214521e64a232508.jpgBathing Dangerous Here [size=12]Bathing Dangerous Here[/size] [align=justify]I've never witnessed the fog completely engulf the stretch of headland I know to be present across these waters before. A solitary figure emerges from behind the beach huts and looks out to sea, pausing momentarily, perhaps ruminating as I am over the lost peninsula. The sign seems especially pertinent this morning.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/little-white-chapel https://images.on-this.website/23419_1320339246521e9276789b8.jpgLittle White Chapel [size=12]Little White Chapel[/size] [align=justify]It's late evening, and my back is to the low sun just minutes from dipping beneath the horizon. I can feel it's still warm glow across my shoulders, and hear the last cacophonies of the chirping cicadas before nightfall casts it's shroud over the mountains.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/naked https://images.on-this.website/23419_1139852220521e65ed1b155.jpgNaked [size=12]Naked[/size] [align=justify]I have this place to myself. Trees loom in the distance, passing in and out of visibility as I walk across the grass. I remember this one when it was clothed back in the summer months. Everything has taken on a stark, yet more beautiful appearance now.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/sheep https://images.on-this.website/23419_851440488521e6545cabf5.jpgSheep [size=12]Sheep[/size] [align=justify]I'm travelling en route to another destination, when on a whim I take a detour down an enticing countryside lane. It ends at a private farmhouse, animals grazing quietly in nearby fields as the morning sun burns through. I quickly take two or three shots, get back in the car and head on.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/run-aground https://images.on-this.website/23419_15377091825292998fcb991.jpgRun Aground [size=12]Run Aground[/size] [align=justify]Nearby I overhear two anglers discussing the boat as they search for bait beneath the estuary mudflats. Their words reach me in snatches carried on the breeze, but the talk is of spring tides and freedom. [/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/behind-the-barriers https://images.on-this.website/23419_463705542521e5601f1418.jpgBehind The Barriers [size=12]Behind The Barriers[/size] [align=justify]As I study the fence I'm struck how often seeming mundanity surrounds me. I want so much to see a glimpse of the unusual, the sublime, the extraordinary. Are they inherent qualities in a scene I wonder, or can they be instilled?[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/above-crow-rock https://images.on-this.website/23419_1026552961521e925a8fe6f.jpgAbove Crow Rock [size=12]Above Crow Rock[/size] [align=justify]A gentle breeze stirs the grass tussocks. I sit and watch as the evening sun's passage creates deepening, elongated shadows across the land, and even now they're approaching my feet as the scene before me is sculpted. Freshly darkened contours lengthen and seem to gain height, inching inexorably behind every vertical face. Far below I hear the swell of the ocean rising.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/something-in-the-way https://images.on-this.website/23419_883170541521e470b83711.jpgSomething In The Way [size=12]Something In The Way[/size] [align=justify]Despite my dedicated, early start somebody has been here before me. Further along the shore other photographers shoot other subjects. I've passed them all in pursuit of something else. Thinking I've found it in the lightning properties of the fence I'm at first disappointed to see the footprints. I wonder if their creator is a photographer too, gone in search of some subject as yet unvisited. Their appeal grows as I frame through the viewfinder.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/glimmer https://images.on-this.website/23419_1114169236521e54bce98e4.jpgGlimmer [size=12]Glimmer[/size] [align=justify]Up early, and my reward is to witness the sun's attempts to break through the cloying sea mist enshrouding the pier. Waters shift restlessly beneath it's stanchions as a halo of light builds atop the peaked roofs housing the usual amusements and trappings, spilling across the scene as if to announce it's intent. [/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/dead-wood https://images.on-this.website/23419_1723080271521e65238b4a0.jpgDead Wood [size=12]Dead Wood[/size] [align=justify]There's chaos here, yet there was order once - an old plantation of sorts that reveals it's once neatly sewn lines depending on my position as I pace the shoreline. The wind picks up a little, cloud stirring in quick response as the light darkens. That order is long gone.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/resting-place https://images.on-this.website/23419_1968623609521e922a490fa.jpgResting Place [size=12]Resting Place[/size] [align=justify]The rains have passed by, leaving signature reflective depressions upon the ground. Late afternoon sunlight briefly hits the plastic windows as I look on, illuminating the panels and faded etchings of those who've left their scrawl. [/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/country-road https://images.on-this.website/23419_125493947352855f36e9062.jpgCountry Road [size=12]Country Road[/size] [align=justify]I'm lost. The map and satellite navigation in my nearby car know my exact location, but I'm in an unfamiliar area all the same and have paid neither any heed for some time. Here, amidst rural hedgerows and fields it's peaceful, and no vehicle has passed me by for an age. I don't need to know where I am, it doesn't matter.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/the-introspect https://images.on-this.website/23419_278393942521e43188c4f1.jpgThe Introspect [size=12]The Introspect[/size] [align=justify]I stop and consider this angle seriously for the first time, kicking myself as to why I've walked by so many times without seeing the potential before... A passer by stops to chat, I try not to appear impolite but am anxious to shoot before the tide rises much higher.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/time-honoured https://images.on-this.website/23419_1567836644521e9207a596d.jpgTime Honoured [size=12]Time Honoured[/size] [align=justify]Stopping at this intersection once more having completed a circle of the inner walls, I set up to shoot. An elderly gentleman, ramrod straight despite his walking stick passes me. There is a sadness about him, yet seemingly a necessity to be here. He pauses to read a few of the thousands of names carved in the stonework. Brush cut hair, clipped moustache and smartly pressed blazer all hint at a lifetime of disciplined regime. [/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/chapel-in-the-garden https://images.on-this.website/23419_11269279405385154b21f3d.jpgChapel In The Garden [size=12]Chapel In The Garden[/size] [align=justify]Nico and his family own this plot and it's surrounding buildings and land. Nearby his children and their friends play beside a swimming pool; perhaps incongruously set but there for all to enjoy. Surely it's more rewarding than the chapel on this hot day. The afternoon sun fades little by little but grabs hold of each bright surface it alights, reluctant to disappear from mind just yet.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/dirt-track https://images.on-this.website/23419_879260521521e55fc5b018.jpgDirt Track [size=12]Dirt Track[/size] [align=justify]It's hot. The early afternoon sun beats down on the back of my neck and I pause, looking ahead as the path meanders past the trees. Beyond it I know the scene is no more enticing - I've already investigated and am now intent on capturing the wind as it toys with the tree's upper branches.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/riverside-mooring https://images.on-this.website/23419_1528979632521e45f20a1fb.jpgRiverside Mooring [size=12]Riverside Mooring[/size] [align=justify]An exceptionally still early morning, any sound all but deadened by the encroaching, all pervasive mist as I walk the path to this jetty. Some days all you can hear are your thoughts. I enjoy those days.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/generator-room https://images.on-this.website/23419_407655336521e6553c0112.jpgGenerator Room [size=12]Generator Room[/size] [align=justify]I'm standing near this building, looking over a gate towards other similar utilities haphazardly arranged across a weather-beaten peninsula. A man walking his dog approaches me. 'Nobody will really mind if you go over that gate to the others', he tells me. I thank him and look back at this one. The late afternoon light I'm waiting for hits it. I don't really need to go any further.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/staccato https://images.on-this.website/23419_113637749521e45feaac0f.jpgStaccato [size=12]Staccato[/size] [align=justify]Standing ankle-deep in the waters I crouch low over my tripod. Over the years I've shot this groyne, along with many of it's siblings frequently. As common as they are along the south coast of Devon and here at Dawlish Warren in particular, each one is subtly different - as are the accompanying tidal eddies that race against them. This shot will be as different from the last, as that was from it's predecessor.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/three-slender-trees https://images.on-this.website/23419_212249421552719b5e91d76.jpgThree Slender Trees [size=12]Three Slender Trees[/size] [align=justify]The sun peers through morning mist, reducing it to tendrils and flattening blankets that steadily evaporate upon the ground. Autumn has arrived, and this day has brought with it a pause, a brief respite before the inevitable stagnation of winter.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/quarry-house https://images.on-this.website/23419_343854682521e64e48762d.jpgQuarry House [size=12]Quarry House[/size] [align=justify]Rocks are strewn in a relatively fresh cascade, excavating themselves as if in homage to the site's industrial origin. I position my tripod carefully upon the ground, stabilising it against the shifting soil and look at the building. Back inside the acrid stench of urine assaults, while walls are littered with spray-painted graffiti and brittle render. From here, there is a certain respect.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/pinnacle https://images.on-this.website/23419_488520817521e657d5c686.jpgPinnacle [size=12]Pinnacle[/size] [align=justify]An hour or so spent studying this scene from atop, I've found an angle just a few yards away from the old coastguard's lookout and am crouched down in the grass setting up my camera. Cloud builds obligingly and I take a shot, before traipsing back down the path happy and content. Part way down I'll turn and spy the view I missed on the way up.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/severance https://images.on-this.website/23419_1723387903521e64dbc5005.jpgSeverance [size=12]Severance[/size] [align=justify]Light reflects from the damp railings, glistening despite their dull surfaces. The break in the clouds and crack running through the concrete fascinate and cause me to stop.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/down-at-the-boathouse https://images.on-this.website/23419_561435798521e52ef4ee3c.jpgDown At The Boathouse [size=12]Down At The Boathouse[/size] [align=justify]Much as gulls floating upon the sea's surface, these dinghies remain near equidistant to one another throughout the two minutes and forty seconds it takes me to record their communal swaying. To my left, a lone fisherman applies his craft, clad in waders and silent in the waters. It's eerily quiet, none of the usual cacophonous seabirds are present and the only sound is the idle lapping of waves. [/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/swans https://images.on-this.website/23419_1583669365521e39d8e2307.jpgSwans [size=12]Swans[/size] [align=justify]Two little boats bobbing. I fail to make the connection between the shapes made by their blurring lines and static moorings to those of the two actual swans that are swimming nearby. Later, my wife will suggest the title and it'll instantly make sense.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/tanker https://images.on-this.website/23419_2023126354521e92329ae7d.jpgTanker [size=12]Tanker[/size] [align=justify]Carrying unknown cargo, bound for untold shores. It's lazy, near incomprehensible passage across the horizon is barely perceptible from my fixed vantage point. Light glimmers across the elemental divide while I fire off several frames, all the time watching as slow moving cloud mimics the lack of urgency portrayed by the vessel. [/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/five-seagulls https://images.on-this.website/23419_624900726521e4711209db.jpgFive Seagulls [size=12]Five Seagulls[/size] [align=justify]Converging lines and a pseudo vanishing point form a composition I'm unable to resist. Trying my best to side-step several other photographers who've also decided to exploit the early morning mist rolling in from The Atlantic - almost wishing I was somewhere more secluded, but nevertheless grateful for the chance to catch these transient conditions.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/escapology https://images.on-this.website/23419_544494906521e94c2a8a22.jpgEscapology [size=12]Escapology[/size] [align=justify]I'm at the edge of the beach and the tide is snaking around behind me, leaving in it's wake occasional shallow pools amidst the pebbles. Before each depression can filter the salt water away fresh swell refills them.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/terminus https://images.on-this.website/23419_66808230521e6513467f7.jpgTerminus [size=12]Terminus[/size] [align=justify]Thick fog obscures this section of pier, reducing visibility to less than fifty feet as I study the limpid black reflections shifting beneath it.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/carew https://images.on-this.website/23419_1412652746521e655b15ffd.jpgCarew [size=12]Carew[/size] [align=justify]Earlier today I walked within this castle. The grandiose scale inside should, I know, of impressed but the sense of place I was seeking eluded me. Now crouched down beside the waters, I'm beginning to feel I've found it.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/on-mill-pond https://images.on-this.website/23419_1901163926521e53778f46d.jpgOn Mill Pond [size=12]On Mill Pond[/size] [align=justify]Hundreds of anglers would have sat lonely vigils upon this jetty overlooking a fresh-water fishing pond. None of them are in residence today, yet the weathered planks perhaps bear testimony to the scrapes and etchings of their passing.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/andy https://images.on-this.website/23419_1368949866521e446b409df.jpgAndy [size=12]Andy[/size] No, I can't resist... https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/su301 https://images.on-this.website/23419_211272771453850bfb4f182.jpgSU301 [size=12]SU301[/size] [align=justify]A dry dock of sorts, close but away from the irregular churn and boil of home. Languishing here an indefinite age she's far from kindred spirits as I toy with filters and lenses in preparation. Drizzle and dampness laze in eddying flurries amid the air, sympathetic and seeking to comfort her.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/tables https://images.on-this.website/23419_1075230203521e55f745d6b.jpgTables [size=12]Tables[/size] [align=justify]I could just as easily have rested my gear upon them, instead the repeating patterns of not just the tables but that which lies beyond intrigue me. The pre-dawn light and wet conditions appeal too, imbuing a certain sheen that will evaporate before long.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/splicer https://images.on-this.website/23419_1818409883521e4221c766b.jpgSplicer [size=12]Splicer[/size] [align=justify]Unable to resist anthropomorphising this lone tidal warning marker, I imagine it's constant fascination with the ever-shifting horizon. What lays beyond?[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/loner https://images.on-this.website/23419_715410540521e65f2ef792.jpgLoner [size=12]Loner[/size] [align=justify]Breaking dawn creates soft, naturally diffused light to filtrate the cloud cover as I stand on the pebble-strewn beach. The tide is about to ebb but the lapping waves seem unwilling to retreat, caught in a strange hiatus as they nudge the shoreline.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/shore-lap https://images.on-this.website/23419_14092180615266e8cf1b511.jpgShore Lap [size=12]Shore Lap[/size] [align=justify]Dawn is breaking. There's a calm aided by the soothing roll of surf against shingle, interrupted only by the footprints I've left in my wake following the shore.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/sea-serpent https://images.on-this.website/23419_421133972521e3ffa477c2.jpgSea Serpent [size=12]Sea Serpent[/size] [align=justify]The ubiquitous Durdle Door image. It would be geologically impolite not too oblige and so I do, enjoying the simplicity of the surf as it traces the shingle.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/the-quiet-seat https://images.on-this.website/23419_144182624521e64f24a4f9.jpgThe Quiet Seat [size=12]The Quiet Seat[/size] [align=justify]People have sat here recently - perhaps as recently as just yesterday. A few are present now throughout the park jogging, walking pets, carrying newspapers and breakfast provisions. I hear the muffled sound of cars travelling nearby. The bench will have company again soon I'm sure.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/lakeside https://images.on-this.website/23419_1268757344538512d8c42a5.jpgLakeside [size=12]Lakeside[/size] [align=justify]Everything is slow, stifled, subdued. The infinitesimal stirring of the floating leaves becomes mesmeric, and I find myself studying intently as if to catch them out in some child's game or other.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/do https://images.on-this.website/23419_913201152521e92627fc1e.jpgDO [size=12]DO[/size] [align=justify]Several hundred yards further back I spied the same graffitied initials adorning a road sign. Are these all of them I wonder, the sign and this aged Fiat? Somehow I doubt it.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/spinney https://images.on-this.website/23419_2142248500521e921f481c9.jpgSpinney [size=12]Spinney[/size] [align=justify]Five, huddled together, bereft of foliage. A light wind toys gently with their upper limbs as I watch, while the low winter sun fleetingly graces their forms.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/claw https://images.on-this.website/23419_814061733521e44660192f.jpgClaw [size=12]Claw[/size] [align=justify]I ruefully envisage a behemoth sea-creature of sorts idly pawing at the surface, breaking the waters with it's monstrous talons. Fanciful I know, but isolated on a nearby rock and waiting for the tide to reach a level I'm happy to shoot it's difficult not to let my thoughts run wild.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/ephemeral-shore https://images.on-this.website/23419_1054498906521e94bc301cc.jpgEphemeral Shore [size=12]Ephemeral Shore[/size] [align=justify]Waves lap over the shingle at my feet, foaming gently before sinking between the gaps and crevices. Each perfectly smooth pebble glistens, briefly reflecting the light until submergence once more.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/a-woodland-tale https://images.on-this.website/23419_45988358652531337cfa15.jpgA Woodland Tale [size=12]A Woodland Tale[/size] [align=justify]Ferns glisten with dew at my feet. The young tree stirs almost imperceptibly as light descends through the thickening canopy. [/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/silver-lining https://images.on-this.website/23419_1738488939521e652acbb26.jpgSilver Lining [size=12]Silver Lining[/size] [align=justify]I will the wall's elongated lines to track and follow the underlit cloud's gradual progress across the horizon. It possesses a seeming curiosity I'd dearly love to see fully realised.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/shutters https://images.on-this.website/23419_1621040063521e421cec020.jpgShutters [size=12]Shutters[/size] [align=justify]I shoot wide, I shoot tight. I shoot near, I shoot far. Whatever other decisions I have to make, I'm destined to shoot upwards. The lighthouse looms large above me, it's striking markings, etched blockwork and wooden fittings proving irresistible to my lens.[/align] https://www.andrewrobertbrown.com/launches https://images.on-this.website/23419_2074998093521e923b1f0c8.jpgLaunches [size=12]Launches[/size] [align=justify]One a converted holiday home, one a working lifeboat station. The harbour town behind me is reaching the end of the tourist season, and as yet it's visitors are predominantly still asleep in hotels and guest houses.[/align]