High Bridestones stone circle on the North Yorkshire Moors. Legend has it that a wedding party was lost on the bleak moors in a dense fog. They walked for that long, trying to find their way that they were eventually turned to stone.
This old track leads across Barden moor in Wharfedale towards the rocky outcrop of Simons Seat.
This Swaledale sheep must be enjoying the spectacular views over Scar House reservoir and Great Whernside mountain. Nidderdale. North Yorkshire
This is Pendle Hill in the English county of Lancashire. It is famous for the Witch Trials of 1612 when 10 witches (mainly old women) were tried and hanged – they all lived in the shadow of the hill.
The river Wharfe slides over this old weir in the town that I live in.
Dark, moody clouds blow past this solitary tree at Lindley meadows in North Yorkshire.
These Swaledale sheep followed me for half a mile thinking I was going to feed them. Yorkshire Dales National Park
This photo was taken on Barden moor in the Yorkshire Dales National Park in the UK. I took my 12 yr. old grandson Mackenzie for a long walk when the first lockdown ended and we walked 14 miles that day – just so glad to be out in the fresh air.
When we got to our destination a heavy thunderstorm hit and we sheltered behind the wall for a good hour, but we still got drenched. Walking the 7 miles back to the car the stone slabs being wet were very slippery, and we had to be careful – you don’t want a sprained ankle up there, and it just seemed to take us ages to get home.
It is my pleasure to introduce our newest guest contributor to Monochromia – James Elkington. I have been following James for a long time and many of you may have followed his previous blog – Walking With A Smacked Pentax. His current blog is named Mountains, Myths and Moorlands and can be viewed by clicking the above link. He also has a professional photography website named James Elkington Photography which can also be accessed via the provided link.
The shot is of Mastiles Lane in the Yorkshire Dales National Park. Mastiles Lane is an old drovers road, used by the monks at Fountains Abbey to take their sheep for shearing and to market at Brimham, many miles away. There are remains of a Roman Marching camp along the way which is 2000 years old.
My name is James Elkington and I am a professional landscape and nature photographer. Although I have just qualified for my ‘old age pension’ I still work hard and this hasn’t stopped me for doing what I love – walking the moorlands and mountains and taking photographs.
I live in a little village next to the moors and 10 minutes away from the Yorkshire Dales National Park – an area of ‘outstanding beauty’. The moors are so diverse, rich in wildlife and ever changing with the seasons. They are wild and beautiful and full of legends – I live 15 minutes away from the famous Haworth moor – famed for the Bronte sisters and their books ‘Wuthering Heights’, ‘Jane Eyre’ and others.
When not in my home county of Yorkshire I spend time in the Scottish Highlands – I am currently working with a well known author on a coffee table book of William Wallace (Braveheart) and this takes me all over Scotland.
I started taking photographs with a Praktica in the late ’70’s and I gradually built a darkroom, processing FP4 and Tri-x films, and later on moved to Cibachromes. I worked freelance for the local papers and also took portraits and weddings.
My partner at the time who was insanely jealous accused me of having an affair – I wasn’t, but one day after a particulary bad argument I returned home to find that she had smashed up my cameras and studio, burnt my negatives and destroyed my darkroom – effectively ruining my business and livelihood. It was the end of the relationship and I also didn’t pick up a camera again for many years.
Then in 2008 an old friend asked if I would like to buy his Pentax K10D. I had never used digital before and although at first I wasn’t interested he lent me it for a couple of weeks to try it out. After letting it sit in it’s box for a few days I took it out and was instantly blown away by what it could do. That was the moment that rekindled my love of photography !