the blink of an eye, subtle glimpses of magic – other folk might pass
Cameras help me translate, interpret andunderstand what I see. It’s a
simple act that keeps me grinning’. I never set out to become anything
in particular, only to live creatively and push the scope of my
experience for adventure and forpassion. They still all mean
something to me, same as most anyone with dreams. My heart
bleeds Celtic blood and I magnetize the familiar frontiers. The raw
brutal cold coastlands for the right wave ridersto challenge – this is
where my heart beats hardest.
I try to pay tribute to that magic through photographs. Weathering
the endless staunch for rare glimpses of magic each winter is both ablessing and a curse I relish.
I wanna see wave riding documented the way I see it in my head, and
the way I feel it in the sea. This is a strange set of skills to begin to
acquire. This is onlyachievable through time spent riding waves. All
sorts of waves on all sorts of crafts. There is more time spent learning
out on the water, floating in the sea amongst lumps and swells, you
always learnsomething. It’s been a lifelong wise old classroom
teacher of sorts and hopefully, it always will be. Buried beneath
headlands, shaping the coast, mind-blowing images of empty waves
burn away at me.Solid ocean swells powering through deep cold water, heavy waves
weighs in wait, coaxed from comfortable routine, ignite the
imagination, conveys some of the viny spark, whisper possibilities,conjure the situations I thrive amongst and love to document.
We all take knocks in the process – broken backs, drowning’s, neardrownings,
hypothermia, dislocations, fractures, frostbite, head
wounds,stitches, concussions, broke my arm – and that’s just the last
couple of years, still look forward to getting amongst it each winter
Cold creeping into your core, driving you mad, day...