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'... Titanic came to mind when halfway across the English Channel the engines stopped and the ferry clothed in thick fog languished motionless in an eerie silence. On deck the light felt textural, a soft green grey, I set about making some photographs dispelling the impending ice burg peril.
The fog thinned and we were finally underway again. I was pleased, this collection of Ferry images had also got a full head of steam. I can still smell and feel the cold damp air when I look at them.'
'... returning from an editorial shoot through narrow winding country lanes, the morning fog refusing to lift, I surprisingly stopped the car. Surprisingly because I am not often drawn to making pictorial landscape images. The unusual light, the tracks leading off into the seamless fogbound horizon, the oak tree mysteriously semi concealed - all conspired.
Once out with camera and tripod the photographs pretty much made themselves all I had to do was, to paraphrase Ansel Adams, "... know where to put the tripod." '