Wales Through My Lens

There’s a quiet magic to Wales. The kind of magic that doesn’t shout, but hums in the hills, whispers in the valleys, and waits patiently for those willing to pause and see. From Snowdonia’s silver light to the moss-draped ruins of forgotten chapels, I’ve walked and photographed landscapes that feel as old as time itself. Wales taught me not to chase the dramatic but to wait for it. And when it arrives, mist-cloaked and moody, it’s pure storytelling gold through the lens.