{"id":448,"date":"2009-09-04T18:31:16","date_gmt":"2009-09-04T18:31:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/edgeofthewild.co.uk\/?p=448"},"modified":"2016-12-19T09:39:05","modified_gmt":"2016-12-19T09:39:05","slug":"chasing-rainbows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/edgeofthewild.co.uk\/2009\/09\/chasing-rainbows\/","title":{"rendered":"Chasing rainbows"},"content":{"rendered":"

The mountains of Wales are justly infamous as one of the wetter parts of Britain and\u2014according to Wikipedia\u2014Europe. Having spent a couple of weeks in Norway when I was 17, I’m not at all convinced, but it’s true that the moorland plateaus of Mid Wales see rain on over 200 days of the year, with some of the upland catchments experiencing 2500mm annually.<\/p>\n

I’m rarely keen on photographing the Mid Wales landscape in fine weather. To me, it seems conceptually wrong: there has always been a wild side to these uplands and I feel it is an essential part of their character. Capturing the drama of the landscape is an important part of my colour work, and I am fascinated by fleeting moments of light or an elusive combination of elements in the landscape. In many ways, rainbows are the embodiment of this concept and I love to photograph them when I get the chance.<\/p>\n

Part of what excites me about landscape photography is the uncertainty. Some of what I feel are my best landscape images were not preconceived, rather they came about as a response to the scene in front of me at the time. It is these images, the products of unrepeatable moments, that I feel are the ones that are truly personal to me.<\/p>\n

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The mountains of Wales are justly infamous as one of the wetter parts of Britain and\u2014according to Wikipedia\u2014Europe. Having spent a couple of weeks in Norway when I was 17, I’m not at all convinced, but it’s true that the moorland plateaus of Mid Wales see rain on over 200 days of the year, with… Continue reading Chasing rainbows<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1315,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[6],"tags":[21,20,19],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/edgeofthewild.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/RG-20090904-070.jpg","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":998,"url":"https:\/\/edgeofthewild.co.uk\/2014\/06\/aberedw-hill\/","url_meta":{"origin":448,"position":0},"title":"Aberedw Hill","date":"Saturday 7 June 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"The morning of what I would later consider the first real day of summer starts with a clap of thunder, not quite close enough for the fizz and crackle of the lightning but loud enough to rattle the windows. 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