In the mid 1990's, after a three month residency on the Falkland Islands, my prints became much more minimal.   I feel sure that the vast open space of the Falklands is somewhere behind these pictures, but then so too is the landscape of east Cumbria where I live and work.   On overcast days the powerful presence of Cross Fell diminishes and birds and trees take on a greater significance.   The many thousands of thorn trees are truly wonderful in their great variety of shapes and sizes - some gnarled and bent by the elements and others with seemingly charmed lives.