I sat there for hours, enveloped in the salty scented spray, making images on this primeval threatening rocky foreshore at Woolacombe. For a landscape photographer, conditions don’t get much better than this: moody monochromatic lighting with a softened contrast due to the heavily overcast conditions, a soul-stirring stormy cloud-base and high winds violently throwing up spume from the surface of the crashing waves.
I sat there for hours, enveloped in the salty scented spray, making images on this primeval threatening rocky foreshore at Woolacombe. For a landscape photographer, conditions don’t get much better than this: moody monochromatic lighting with a softened contrast due to the heavily overcast conditions, a soul-stirring stormy cloud-base and high winds violently throwing up spume from the surface of the crashing waves.