When I was younger I loved to explore, on foot or by bike, the many country back roads that surrounded the town in central Scotland where I grew up, with each wander I explored a little bit more of my boundaries. The views north from my urban hometown of the distant hills always intrigued me. I used to spend a lot of time imagining what vista and adventure lay waiting beyond. There was something in these early travels that opened up a deep love for the landscape and instilled a sense of adventure and wonder at the natural world. The need to remove myself from familiar environments, escape from the gritty streets and dour townscapes of my youth would be fodder for my Imagination.
Today my need to engage with this visual language has become like a hunger to me. Landscape photography is my nourishment. I love big weather, ever in abundance the further north of Scotland you travel. Standing in fast changing conditions witnessing the drama of nature’s theater fills me to the brim. Anticipation and excitement accompanies forays into the wild, the majesty of venerable mountains looming large over ancient moors, the clamour and rush of a river in spate rampaging its way through moist glens, the sun dappling the scene with shafts of silver light through the breaks in an ever-changing sea of cloud. This is where I am happiest.