Last post I was bemoaning the fact that I hadn't bagged enough Snowdon snaps. Lately Iain and I have been photo hunting at Dinorwig quarry. It's a very slatey place, as I guess you'll know. Lots of slate and rusty bits and bobs and goats. But that's not all, it has a view, and part, a very large part, of that view is taken up by the beast, aka Snowdon, aka Yr Wyddfa.
I had my telephoto lens with me and managed to capture the mountain railway with an up chuffa and a down chuffa. You can just make out the plume of smoke of the train ascending, below the cloud on the right. And the train coming down, bottom center. If you zoom right in, you can just make out the busy pedestrian traffic on the heavily worn path winding above the railway track.
I'll be adding some shots from the quarry in future posts. It's such a wonderful place to explore, made especially special by the ever present presence of Snowdon.
In one of the children's books that I illustrated, the US publisher states in my bio - 'Petra Brown lives at the foot of Mount Snowdon'. I guess by American distances I do, but, as the raven flies in Cymru, our house lies eight miles from the foot of Snowdon or Yr Wyddfa.
I thought I'd sort through my photos and pick out all the shots where Snowdon features, enough to be recognisable. I was amazed to find only nine, half decent shots! I'm ashamed of myself! But then, I do have a great many other photographs where Snowdon should appear but is hidden or half hidden by cloud. It has a habit of lurking behind a curtain of its own weather... everything else is in sharp focus, but Snowdon is busy having a sauna, dusting itself in talc or wearing a veil, hat or large wig!
The other thing I'm a little ashamed of is, after living in Snowondia for forty years, I've never climbed Snowdon... not even been up on the train! I'm saving the train-ride for when I'm ancient and can't manage without a zimmer-frame (not long now), that and the plane flight over the top. The thing that puts me off climbing the beast is the constant flow of human traffic drifting up and down. It'd be- 'Hello!' 'Hi!' 'Good morning!' 'Good afternoon!' 'Lovely day!' or 'Shocking weather!' 'Nearly there!' 'How's the view?' etc.... etc.... And being an antisocial grump, it'd drive me batty! When I go to the hills, as Julie Andrews did, I like to prance about waving my arms, singing- 'I'm free! Isn't it awesome in its splendid isolation!'
Anyway, back to photographing Snowdon. These are the handful of shots I've managed over the past camera-carrying years. Must try harder!