From the narrow path along the winding streams, where small waterfalls sing their way down, a view suddenly opens up that makes you silent. There lies Llyn Ogwen, silent and dark beneath a threatening sky, and above it rises the mighty Tryfan - jagged, almost mystical in its form.
The wind picks up and you feel the electric lull before the storm. Grey clouds pile up above the mountain peak, like soldiers gathering for an attack. Yet it is not a terrifying image - rather majestic. As if nature is preparing for a grand performance, with the mountain as the protagonist.
The water flows steadily past your feet, the smell of wet earth fills the air, and the first drops fall softly on the stones. You feel small, but connected to something eternal. This is Wales at its wildest - raw, honest and wonderfully beautiful.
Specializing in landscape and travel photography, his photographic portfolio tries to convey his love of the natural world. Focusing on capturing moments of magic light and transferring this on print, his images reflects a combination of patience, perseverance and dedication to capture the images in ways that show.. Read more…