Winter may seem bleak with short days and grey skies, but colour persists in unique forms. Bright sunny days, and the colours of nature; vibrant berries, lichen, and lingering leaves remind us of winter’s hidden beauty. Here are a few of my images from Christmas 2025 that highlight these colourful details.
Tag Archives: Dorset
Midwinter
Dark and stormy skies over Dorset in midwinter
Easter Sunday
A cycle ride in Dorset on Easter Sunday to hunt out the spirit of a place.
Good Friday
At Easter 2023 I spent a few days cycling in Dorset, exploring a few of my favourite places in the south of the county. Here is the first of a short series of articles on the each of the rides. On Good Friday I headed out east to explore some of the county’s literary and artistic associations.
Martyrs
In 1833 six farm workers in the village of Tolpuddle, Dorset, seeing their living standards plummet, combined together to protect their wages. They were prosecuted and transported to Australia. Tens of thousands of protestors set off from Copenhagen Fields (the later site of this clocktower) to petition for their return. Their campaign was successful and the men were freed.
On this day 22nd January
This photograph was taken on the 22nd January 2017 and was part of a project looking at what remained of the old railway that ran through the centre of Weymouth, Dorset. The line used to carry trains from the station to the dockside but no trains have run along it since the 1990s, and now much of it has been removed.
On this day 20th January
No photograph taken today but one from the archive – an old double exposure taken in Dorset on 120 film
A photographic memory
The author began taking photographs in the 1970s, starting with a Zorki 4K camera. Although early aspirations of becoming a freelance photographer faded, the passion remained through explorations in Dorset. During the Covid-19 lockdown, the author rediscovered old slides, prompting reflections on memory and time, inspiring new photographic creations.
The edges of Dorset
The road narrows, grass grows down the middle and the edges begin to crumble. Potholed and patched, the tarmac gives way to loose rubble and turns into a dirt track. Gradually it spills out into a wide expanse, before fading away into scrub land. The scrub itself clings on until the cliff edge and thereContinue reading “The edges of Dorset”
Photographing from the outside
My exhibition showed one view of the old railway line, possibly an outsider’s view, but there are other photographic projects that could be made of the boat train that used run through Weymouth.