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Growing up by the sea, in a remote location offered me my very own vast space to walk. Once I'd climbed down the crumbling cliffs I could walk without seeing a soul. Often. Sometimes as a teenager I would be walking with my walkman, music playing and RAF jets would fly over and tip their wings. Maybe they recognised me, as I was often there when they practised over the Cowden firing Range, just north of our farm. It was space too away from the difficulties often experienced on a small family farm. This was my time. It cleared my head. Decades later it still does. I love my photography, however I also love to try out different effects, some with a painterly approach. In this collection there are some with different tones and filters. Trying out new ways, but yet retaining the essence of the place is a passion.

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