The Icelandic prints are now on sale. by Neil Alexander

I have finally finished the pushing and pulling of sliders, the captioning and keywording for the IPTC Photo Metadata and am very proud to say that they're up online now ready for you to purchase here.

I'll shortly be releasing some of these as signed small limited edition batches too but as it's half-term and I'm overrun with boisterous children with far too much energy and a Halloween party for about 30 people to prepare for, I'm afraid this is all I have time for this week. 

Don't get spooked.

Neil

You will see light in the darkness by Neil Alexander

"You will see light in the darkness
You will make some sense of this
And when you've made your secret journey
You will find the love you miss"

The Police - Secret Journey

Earlier this week whilst the country was being battered by the remains of Hurricane Whateveritwascalled, I took myself off up into the hills in the hope that all the autumn colours hadn't been decimated by the wind and there were still some of the lovely browns and oranges that appear for a brief period at this time every year. In some places the fall colours can last for weeks but from past experience I have found that in the UK generally, no sooner have the leaves turned a lovely golden colour, a storm comes along and scatters them far and wide. 

So it was with sheer delight that I climbed down to the riverside in the Goyt valley in the Peak District to find it not only completely sheltered from the gales but also still holding it's colours well. Granted it was almost the middle of the day but at this time of year the sun is so low in the sky all day that the shadows it casts are totally lacking in the harsh contrasts of summer, permitting pretty decent photographic opportunities all day long. 

In my ears that day was one of my favourite albums of all time, Ghost In The Machine by The Police from 1981.  

A perfect weekend in Rhosneigr by Neil Alexander

"Le Onde" - Rhosneigr beach, Anglesey

As I sat writing this in the front garden of our temporary holiday retreat in Rhosenigr, mere feet from the beach with the sun blazing down in mid October, the kids were trying to shoot Nerf gun pellets up through the first floor window at my sister-in-law and had exhausted boundless reserves of energy exploring rock pools and hurtling themselves down sand dunes. A gorgeous sunrise had long since departed and the day was set to be wonderful.


It was the most delightful weekend and we had been fortunate enough to have had the most fantastic weather. We make a big deal of these family weekends away, planning the menus weeks in advance and they inevitably turn into culinary extravaganzas. Food plays a huge part in our lives but I rarely photograph it. I end up too involved in the preparation, delivery and consumption. I've tried making photographs of food and quite frankly there are many many photographers far better than I at making photographs of food. Likewise weddings. And pet portraits. 

But put me in front of a rocky beach with the sun setting and some lovely fluffy cloud in the background ready to soak up the setting sun's gorge of oranges and reds, and I'm a very happy and content little bunny.

"Le rocce scure" -  Rhosneigr beach, Anglesey.