The call to conquer Crib Goch
It was a cold and wet November morning in the stark, natural glamour of Snowdonia, which I ecstatically greeted after awakening to the grey-hued sunlight rudely invading my uncomfortable slumber in the back seat of my 2003 Ford Focus which I had pulled over at the side of a country road lay-by for the night. I’d prematurely quit my “prestigious” apprenticeship working for an offshore wind turbi...
I'm a photographer and this current project that I'm doing is all about my friends. As covid has taken a huge toll on relationships, I want to document each meeting to keep the spirits high.
The Ochil's Quarry
Near my apartment by the Ochil Hills in Scotland, I came across this old quarry while hiking. A hundred years ago, people were blowing the Ochils up with dynamite. Now, the people here maintain lovely glens, two castles, and not to mention miles and miles of land for grazing sheep.
Goats of Llandudno
Wind whistling through the sparse gorse, we walked along the rough uneven track that wound its way along the base of the rolling cliff above us. To our left we looked out across the swelling Irish sea, watching the sky turn from blue to pink as the late autumn sun sank towards the horizon, turning small white waves into candy floss collecting in the distance around the dark hazy shape that is ...
Poems by Mari Makarov
"Vulnerable"23.04.2019by Mari MakarovJust me and the birds under the skylet me be here and stay for a while,lie under the light of sparkling eyes,blend one with the nature like a disguise.Swirl the brush through the palette of the mindhave a look around at what you can find,take a deep breath and dive into my mind,I can be vulnerable if you are kind."Wouldn't it be easier" 17.07.2017by Mari Mak...
The Fish People
If you read long enough, you will be greeted by the fish. There was a cluster of light forming at the end of the forest line. I found myself focusing on it. Obsessing over it. A beacon screaming its importance to me in my yearning for direction. I followed it through the brush and the bramble as a twig swung at me out of nowhere. Jabbing out from the field of pine tree soldiers, the twig punctu...
Look After Us
'If we take care of Nature, Nature will take care of us' - David Attenborough I am an illustrator working across many mediums, from digital works to clay! I'm recently embarking on a series of works that highlight how we can help to save our planet, in response to David Attenborough's plea to take action. @bethypig
Reincarnation of the Incarnate
A soul's first plunge into the depthsto be tested to the extremes in a cyclical nature not yet known to the breadth of humankind.A mindless wonder through the astral plane,Another arrival to a lifeyou have never lived,another first of many to exist in harmony.The echoes of your lives are heard,And so with the heart,You will see what you have beenBut never what you Could have been,
Another Shower of Warmth
A seedling in sprout Wore a coat undecided by the likes of fateA hydrophilic drop awoke the dormant migrant withinAnd the Earth breathed love againBut it was not to last,Her famine grasped all and the soil was once more dropless. In the final moments did fate pursue,A shower of warmth,Another droughtless growth,