Category Archives: Prints

The Other Side: Life in the Heel

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It’s been a while since I posted any of my landscape work, but I shot these pictures a while back while visiting a friend who lives at the very tip of the heel of Italy.

It’s an interesting place to visit.  The further south you travel, the drier the landscape gets, and the number of people dwindles down to no one at all.

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The Other Side — Alpine Dreams: What We Left Behind

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Some more images from my Alpine Dreams series of landscapes and scenes from the western Alps, this time focusing on all the bits and pieces mankind has left behind around the mountains.

Among the highlights, the convent high up in the mountains at Notre-Dame de la Salette, the mediaeval citadel of Sisteron in Provence, the mountain-rimmed waters of the Lac d’Annecy and the city of Grenoble, which famously nestles at the junction of three deep valleys.

If you’d like to buy framed or loose photographic prints from this or any of my other Other Side collections, you can do so over here (link opens in separate window).

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The Other Side — Alpine Dreams: The Wild Parts 1 & 2

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Returning to the natural world, some new shots and prints released from my Alpine Dreams series, taking in everything from the forests of the pre-Alps to the super-high, super-cold glacier factories of the Ecrins.

Among my favourites, a dead tree struck by lightning stuck halfway between the sky and the ground in the Chartreuse, a stream choked by snow where the car park for a mountain refuge ought to be, a marmot so camouflaged in the boulders he’s almost impossible to find and the weird, weird things that happen to snow when there’s been an avalanche.

If you’d like to browse prints from this selection, they’re available on my site here.

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Alpine Dreams: Hydroélectrique

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So I have a bit of a thing about dams.

Perhaps, what with there being a French TV series all about zombies hanging around a dam and everything, more people now have a thing about dams than used to.  But I accept that dams are not everyone’s cup of tea.

Nonetheless, there really is something rather compelling and, in its own way, beautiful about building giant walls of concrete halfway up mountains and stopping whole rivers in their tracks.

All these images and more are available to order from my print store.  And, having completely overhauled the kinds of prints I offer, I’m pleased to announce a 10% discount on all prints up to 15 March.  Just use the code “storm”.

PS For true dam geeks only, the seventh shot from the end in this series features an uncommon sight — the Lac d’Emosson’s Barrage de Barberine — now rarely seen in its fully glory because it’s normally underwater.

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The Other Side: Granite and Geysers

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It’s back to Iceland for a second set of prints from one of the world’s more extraordinary landscapes (click the link above if you’d like to browse the store).

Going through these has got me itching for another visit…

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Ice and Steam

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The first of two sets of shots from a circumnavigation of Iceland (this sounds glamorous but anyone who’s been will know there’s actually no other way to do it since there’s only one road).

There’s not much that can be said for a country this wild that can’t better be expressed in pictures.  But it’s no surprise that it’s become Hollywood’s go-to place for alien worlds.

If you’d like to browse prints from the collection, you can do so here.  Twitter users might also like to know that I’ve now set up an account specifically for my art and travel work at @ScottsOtherSide.

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Where the wind blows…

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There are few places in the world quite like Dungeness.

The only official desert in Britain, it’s dependably gloomy, creepy, desolate and, what with being sandwiched between a nuclear power station and a military firing range, in all ways just not quite right.

Which means, of course, that photo nuts flock to it.

If a print from this collection takes your fancy, you can order them here.

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The physical product

For a while, I (along with many photographers, I suspect) have been thinking about prints.

Or, rather, the lack of them.

Not so very long ago, you used to shoot 24 frames on a roll of film, pop into Boots and pop out again with a little folder of physical photos on glossy paper that you could flick through.

If you really liked one, you might put it in a photo frame.  If you really, really liked one, you’d get it blown up and hang it on the wall.

Then again, if you really didn’t like one — perhaps because it was the one of the ex who cheated on you with your great aunt or the restaurant you went to the night before you woke up with food poisoning and a boil on your nose — you ‘d rip it up or burn it very passionately in perilous proximity to the net curtains.

We don’t do that any more.

I’ve just shy of 39,000 photos in my working archive.  All digital, all clickable.  If I want to look at them, I stare at them on a screen until my eyes go raw.  If I want to get rid of them, I press delete.

It’s the same online.  Earlier this year, Facebook noted that its users upload an average of 350 million photos to its site each and every day.  Almost every news site going allows you to consume more photos in a minute on the front page than used to fill an entire newspaper.  Twitter is a constant stream of everything from instagrammed pictures of people’s breakfasts to avant garde photo art.

And how do we consume it?

Click-click-click-ooh that’s nice-click-click-click-click-hmm-click-click-click-click-click-clicketyclick-maybe I should do some work now.

Photography’s become so digitised and ubiquitous that I, certainly, lost track of the fact that staring at a photo on a smartphone screen with a vomit-green tint (or a “so saturated your eyes may pop” zing, if you’re an iPhone aficionado) for three seconds is as unlikely to make the earth move as studying the Mona Lisa as reproduced on toilet roll.

So, a few months back, I ordered two big prints for my bedroom.

They were of photographs I’d taken that I loved, of places I’d been that I loved.

When they arrived, I got out the power drill, put some screws in the wall, and strung them up.  Then I sat on the edge of my bed.  And I stared at them.  For two hours.

I’d completely forgotten: prints are AMAZING.

Physical, permanent, paper photographs can make you see things you’d never pick up on on a quick clicketyclick round the internet.  They’re what photography used to be all about and what made photography about anything at all.  Prints make you feel.

So, you might well ask, why am I blogging about them now?

Well, it’s been a project a long time in the making but I’ve finally gotten round to choosing and finishing up 25 images from my personal archive that mean something to me.  They’re shots of places everywhere from Guatemala to Bhutan and Sussex to New Zealand.

And you can now buy them, if you like what you see, on my website.

But at the end of the day — whether you go gooey for what I do, or for pictures of Americana, or for shots of shipwrecks underwater, or for anything else — I really wanted to share what I recently remembered: there is an inexplicable magic to the physical photograph that we ought not lightly to forget.

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