Throop Mill

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The small village of Throop is only five minutes away from a major shopping park in Bournemouth, but it really couldn’t feel further away. You can’t help but feel a strong sense of nostalgia walking through, helped no end by a row of Christmas card-like houses, the most picturesque riverside cottage I’ve ever seen, and this, Throop Mill.

Complete with rumours of hauntings by the ghosts of monks, the old watermill carries a strong sense of mystery and intrigue, perhaps not surprising for a building which has stood on this spot in one form or another for close to 1,000 years, and even got a mention in the Domesday Book.

Photography is at its best when it’s emotive, communicating a strong message or feeling. In shooting the Mill, it was crucial to me to capture its sense of nostalgia, grandeur and mystery. More so than ever, the light was a crucial factor in doing this and I needed the sun shining brightly on the mill at its lowest point possible. Behind you to the left as you face the Mill form this position is a large tree, and to your right, a large farming structure; this gives you only about 20 minutes a day for a few months of the year when it’s in the right position to hit the building before it’s obstructed by either object.

Having researched the location and planned the shot well, I knew exactly what I was looking for – strong light and moody clouds, a dramatic black and white photo.

Then came the storm, an absolute gift from the photography gods. For me, a storm like this gives you the very best lighting conditions you can get; you get huge contrast and drama as the subject explodes in amazing quality light against a dark and moody background.

Having grabbed the shot and thanked the photographic gods, I headed back to my car. Literally the second I closed the car door, the heavens opened and it absolutely lashed down for half an hour, an immense rain storm.

Luck was certainly on my side that day.

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