Porthallow Spring Squall

When I left from home on the Atlantic Coast, the air was calm and still and the velvet blackness overhead was gin clear and sparkling with stars. I listened out for any sound of waves running in to the bay, but the ocean was muted and quiet.
So it was with an amount of trepidation that I drove over to The Lizard peninsular to shoot the dawn. Because clear and calm conditions rarely inspire to get my creative juices flowing down on the tideline. As I drove over the hills beyond Redruth I could see little evidence of change and I was considering re-routing to an estuary location that might better suit the conditions. Yet as I cleared a summit, a slight buffeting rocked the car and the eastern horizon, that should have been lightening a little by now, looked dark and broody. I kept going with my fingers crossed.
Yet imagine my amazement as I pulled onto Porthallow's stoney beach to be greeted by dark storm clouds, churning seas, flying spray and a hammering wind that tore at my jacket and whipped the breath from my nostrils.
A challenging yet wonderful shoot ensued that produced this image that I believe ideally captures the emotion of a marvellous spring squall.

Location: Cornwall, UK

Photographer: Chris Simmons

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Porthallow Spring Squall

When I left from home on the Atlantic Coast, the air was calm and still and the velvet blackness overhead was gin clear and sparkling with stars. I listened out for any sound of waves running in to the bay, but the ocean was muted and quiet.
So it was with an amount of trepidation that I drove over to The Lizard peninsular to shoot the dawn. Because clear and calm conditions rarely inspire to get my creative juices flowing down on the tideline. As I drove over the hills beyond Redruth I could see little evidence of change and I was considering re-routing to an estuary location that might better suit the conditions. Yet as I cleared a summit, a slight buffeting rocked the car and the eastern horizon, that should have been lightening a little by now, looked dark and broody. I kept going with my fingers crossed.
Yet imagine my amazement as I pulled onto Porthallow's stoney beach to be greeted by dark storm clouds, churning seas, flying spray and a hammering wind that tore at my jacket and whipped the breath from my nostrils.
A challenging yet wonderful shoot ensued that produced this image that I believe ideally captures the emotion of a marvellous spring squall.

Location: Cornwall, UK

Photographer: Chris Simmons

Buy this print online:

 
Item added to cart