Harsh late-day light lit the landscape, deepening the shadows and burning the sands. Creeping ever west the fiery sun beat a path across the solid blue sky, mirrored back by a steady sea that crept around the peninsula of Great Orme’s Head.

The glory of the day held its breath until the very last moments as the sun fizzled radiantly into the distant ocean, casting his amorous glances back through the veil to his lovers who watched, awestruck, as colours danced and cavorted above and below.

Falling into the nightside, shades swapped between sky and sea until the velvety purple of darkness descended and enrobed the silent hills.

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Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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