Bodiam Castle. This is just about as quintessential as it gets. Located near Robertsbridge in East Sussex, this traditional British castle comes complete with a moat and drawbridge. It was fortified by order of Richard II in 1385, for the purpose of defending the south coast from the French. For centuries this proud building was left to fall slowly into decay, only to be purchased in the early 19th century by local builder “Mad Jack” who stripped the castle for building materials. At last, the castle was purchased by Lord Curzon in the early 20th century. Lord Curzon showed great sensitivity in his restoration of the castle walls, and he also restored the surrounding landscape. At his death in 1925, Lord Curzon passed Bodiam Castle to the National Trust, and it remains in their care to this day.
Luke and I visited this beautiful castle back in March. He drove with me 4 hours just to take pictures. Is he the best husband or what? We are blessed to have such amazing travel opportunities.
A few weeks ago, I was excited to visit York so I could say I had visited old York before New York. And now I continue the trend with Boston. I have never been to Boston, Massachusetts (I’m a west coast girl), but like many towns in New England, Boston has its naming roots in old England. Boston, Massachusetts began life as the Massachusetts Bay Colony (Company) in 1629. Its first Governor was John Winthrop, who shortly after his arrival in America in 1630 suggested that the capital of the colony be named after their hometown back in England. He was a part of a fleet of Puritans – about 1000 – that came over from Lincolnshire to escape religious and political persecution.
Old Boston’s most notable landmark is St Botolph’s Church (pictured here), which is famous for it’s extraordinarily tall tower, known as the Boston Stump. Work on the church begun in 1309 – old Boston really is old! And quite charming.
I’ve visited dozens of castles over the 6 months, and all seem to pale in comparison to Warwick Castle – at least in terms of preservation. Warwick seems frozen in time as if not a single battle or storm could shake its walls. As such, Warwick Castle is often hailed as England’s greatest Medieval castle, and I can see why.
The castle first appeared on this site in 1068 at the command of William the Conqueror. Its bloody history is steeped in treachery, murder, mystery and intrigue, and it has passed through several great dynasties – the Beaumonts and Beauchamps, the Nevilles, the Dudleys, the Richs and the Grevilles. And yet, here it stands nearly 1,000 years later as if its never been touched.
Ah yes, another photography blog you say. Why? First of all, I’m a photographer. I specialize in landscape, architecture, and travel photography using a unique technique called High Dynamic Range. And secondly, I recently moved from the States to a small village in England called West Row. From here I’m able to travel the whole of Europe, while my husband flies for the Air Force. It’s the biggest, most life-changing move of my life, and I think it’s worth documenting through stories and pictures. Hence, this site.
But this site isn’t just about me. My purpose for this site is threefold:
- Share my photographic adventures through daily words and photos
- Cultivate a community of photography lovers by promoting other talented artists
- Educate aspiring photographers through daily tips and tutorial (coming soon!)
I’m a girl with a camera who loves making pretty things. And this is my story.
Photograph: Stonehenge at Sunset, Nov. 2011.
We were incredibly fortunate to get this shot. People pay the big bucks to go on “sunset tours” of Stonehenge in the summer, but since it was November, the sun set within operating hours of the park. But clear days are a rarity this time of year. It was cloudy for most of the day, but cleared up just in time. It was definitely one of those “oh my goodness the sun is perfect and now I’m going to panic until I get a shot” moment. Ever had one of those? My back was facing the sun a few minutes prior to this shot, and I turned around and saw the clouds and started running. My heart was pounding because I knew I would lose the light fast. I’m sure all the tourists thought I was mad running around Stonehenge with a giant tripod. Thanks again to my handy assistant (my husband) who helped me find the right spot and set up my gear.
An absolute perfect moment I will never forget.