Category: Photography

Arnside and Autumn Pastels

At first glance, it has something of the ziggurat about it. In reality it’s the final bit of Arnside’s Victorian pier, taken from a short distance back in order to include part of the famous viaduct – nearly 1600 ft – that links Arnside with Grange-over-Sands. Arnside has the kind of beaches that you’d rather photograph than paddle from. The sands around here share … Read More Arnside and Autumn Pastels

The tree and the bay

We walk from the car park in the centre of Grange-over-Sands to get to the ‘high corner’ that looks down to the park – the collie’s favourite grass area – and, beyond, the fabulous lone tree that shapes and defines the vastness of Morecambe bay, seen from the north, whereas most shots are from the south… And the bay was shining. Literally shining, in … Read More The tree and the bay

Blood, gold and silver

©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog

Web over Cumbria

It was late Friday afternoon – two days ago. I set off with Tess for our usual evening walk; now getting earlier each day to capture that last bit of, hopefully, sunlight. Over the stone wall, something shimmered in the golden light. Something silver. It took me back several hours. I hadn’t paid it much attention at the time. Two tradesmen loading their tools … Read More Web over Cumbria

If I could comprehend the sky

©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog

An air of mystery

I love finding subjects where there is an inbuilt air of mystery. The above shot of Heysham Village was taken from the high footpath that links the beach with the village. It’s also possible to take the lower path, directly along the shore, but it can be a much colder place in autumn and winter. The two figures caught my attention. Although it was … Read More An air of mystery

Teasing the imagination: lights

Pictures telling very short stories… Unseen, Craven surveyed the street from the single window of his temporary dwelling. They wouldn’t find him here… Or, rather, there was only one person who would; and she would be warmly expected. Only she would be able to align the pattern of lights to form a visual ladder to him. The others would have tried to kill him. … Read More Teasing the imagination: lights

Childhood’s end?

Some experiences are tiny and subtle; you don’t expect to remember them. But, days after, I was still thinking about that line of writing on the wall, in the last of the summer sunshine… I’m a north-west lad; deeply Lancashire in my roots, though well-travelled from a business perspective. But one of my favourite parts of the UK is the North-East coast, from Whitby … Read More Childhood’s end?

Real or Right?

We are lucky to live in an age where we have at our fingertips (phone or tablet) far more computing power than would have seemed possible on a powerful desktop machine a decade ago. Applications like computer aided design (CAD) have traditionally demanded more and more power, as the ability to envisage what is in the mind is translated to 3D drawings…and even virtual … Read More Real or Right?

From above…

We often think that seeing something ‘from above’ will result in greater clarity. It’s usually true in a situation where there is a holistic ‘big-picture’, and the real or metaphorical aerial view can make clear the relationships at work. But sometimes being above things can conceal the truth about their essential states. The above image turned into an accidental illustration of this. We are … Read More From above…

Fruit of the Giver

©Stephen Tanham 2021 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog

A Deeper Summer

To a deeper sun I felt I had respondedSoft light behind the eyesLike crossing tidal lines upon a beachA scent, a fleeting touchA feeling words can seldom reachThe light like artist’s silk upon the breezeI struggle to define this placeOr point a finger at its heartSave that it was as far again from summerAs summer is from winterAs entered space yields motion Whose duration … Read More A Deeper Summer

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