Ghosts In The Weir

Ghosts In The Weir

I see the white wisps of a great horse being swept along on a rolling wave.

I see a young lost soul looking out from a dark hollow shaped like a heart.

I see the rippling spine of a soaring Snow Dragon as it swoops and glides by.

I see an ancient stone colossus peering through the misty curtain of time.

What do you … see …?

Ghosts In The Weir

These were amongst my first experiments with shutter speed and water. And I suppose my imagination can get the better of me sometimes ūüôā


November 2016, local canal, Staffordshire. © Pete Hillman

When Is A painting Not A Painting?

River Ripples

You may have noticed I have a thing about water, light and reflections, and the abstract patterns which the mind can get completely¬† lost within if you allow it to roam within such an image. There is a narrow bridge crossing my local river which leads to a canal a stone’s throw away. This is the view of the river looking over the side of the bridge. This is how I saw it, tiny ripples forming as the cool water stirred over smoothened pebbles and stones just under the surface. Reflections of tree branches stretching out like flailing limbs, and the canopy of foliage almost like daubs of green paint where an artist has just let themselves go free in a creative flourish. As for the blue, well that just takes you out of this world.

Click and click again on the image to expand the view, and dive right in.

May 2018, local river, Staffordshire, England. © Pete Hillman

Like Stained Glass

Petunia

I have become a little obsessed with my Petunia petals of late. I have been quite taken by their vibrant colours and patterns, and how the light catches them.


Rear garden, Staffordshire, England. July 2017.