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PHOTOS OF THE YEAR 2015

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Here are my favourite shots from 2015. The photo I think everyone will like is the first - I posted it to the Flickr Your Best Shot group and I'm hoping the Flickr curators select it for their blog this December. I like the Roe deer buck in the forest best. I had seen and missed him before and purposely revisited the forest to locate this single Roe living in isolation. My favourite experience was watching the sun rise in Dockey Wood, Buckinghamshire, having spent the entire night 'Foreign Legion' style out in the open. Interestingly, Fallow deer on the Ashridge Estate don't appear to be frightened of humans, unlike Fallow anywhere in Sussex, which tend to bolt immediately. 

2015 turned out to be a year of amazing and sometimes strange coincidences; I randomly bumped into the parents of two school friends in the middle of nowhere. It had been 25 years since we last spoke, but we remembered each other well. They also own acountry estate and very kindly granted me unlimit…

STARLING BLURMURATIONS | BRIGHTON

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I reached a turning point at the end of last winter. I felt that my starling work was becoming stagnant. Too many efforts were an attempt to recreate my best sunset murmuration shots from 2011 - 2013, many of which are one-offs, when everything seemed to come together in a fraction of a second. In many ways, blurmurations, taken using a slow shutter speed, are equally hard to pull off. Not every winter afternoon in Brighton produces ideal conditions for fast, action shots. Often, the sun is obscured by mid and high level clouds, which result in a blown out solar disc. The best weather for high speed action is either sunny, cloudless conditions or sunshine and showers for a dramatic backdrop. Ideal conditions for blurmurations are either overcast skies and gale force winds or sunless skies, with patches of blue and magenta. I've thoroughly enjoyed my adventure into more unpredictable, experimental waters. Ishall take a short break now, pour myself a wee dram and reflect upon the la…