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Feel them falling around me, as I watch them break.

Eclipse to compound me, should have seen their face.

Tidal winds frown, to keep the sails down,

Theres something about this place, something about this place. 

Gulls and scraps to decorate, a stippled sky and seascape.

Swash persuades hypnotic gaze, and lends an ear to the calmest days,

Along the salt warped bow and cape.

Sand smoothed flotsam, the seas forgotten the treasures it takes;

Many a vessel and somnolent sailors resting place.

A distant memory when riding a tide to decide my fate.

Difficult to imagine, improbable to perceive, hard to relate,

Indifferent to those who share my space.

The summers somewhere gone somehow, and

Free-floating, gloating on the rolling wake,

I've seen a sign to sink the sand around my face.

To help me through would be a big mistake.

Thunderstorms...

The energy harnessed in the sky never ceases to amaze me.
I witnessed an electrical storm from my bedroom window this evening. I observed it for a couple of hours, taking the occasional long exposure photograph as I sat there.

The cracks of lightening gave me goose-pimples.

Africa

I took the photos below on a recent safari to Amboseli in Kenya. The park is 400 sq kms, with its southern boundary along the Tanzanian border. Amboseli consists of very large dry plains, the winds whipping up the dust into small whirlwinds known locally as 'dust devils'. Amboseli is renowned for its elephant populations and large herds of Wildebeest, Zebra and Impala as well as its fantstic views of the snow-capped Mount Kilimanjaro.
It is a savage, wild place.



I shot the photographs below on a recent safari to the Massai Mara National Park in Kenya.
Each year the Mara plays host to the world’s greatest natural spectacle, the Great Wildebeest Migration from the Serengeti. From July to October, the promise of rain and fresh life giving grass in the north brings more than 1.3 million Wildebeest together into a single massive herd. They pour across the border into the Mara, making a spectacular entrance in a surging column of life that stretches from horizon to horizon.

Apnea

When breath-hold diving, my purpose is not a journey of tangible distance, but a journey within my own mind.
For me, freediving is a personal journey that confronts me with myself and my limits. A journey that can only be achieved if completely calm, relaxed and focused. When you reach that plain, your body ceases to be - it is just your mind and the water. An incomparable feeling of freedom and peace, where nothing else matters and you are at one with the water.
A deeply personal place where you are content to stay indefinitely and where nothing else really matters.....