Fairfield is a village that is part of the Church of England parish of Brookland and Fairfield on Walland Marsh (part of Romney Marsh) in the Folkestone and Hythe District of Kent, England. Until 1934 it was a civil parish, but was then absorbed into the civil parish of Snargate. The area lies west of the village of Brookland.
The area is most notable for the isolated church of St Thomas a Becket, a Grade I listed building, in the Romney Deanery.
The church has been used as a filming location, including for:
2011 BBC adaption of Great Expectations
Great Expectations (2012 film)
Parade's End (TV series)
The Canterbury Tales (film)
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I took this shot in the deep desert of Abu Dhabi, approximately 180 kilometers Southeast of the Capital. Some of the largest sand dunes in the world are to be found there, stretching for thousands of kilometers like an open ocean; just as vast and foreboding. It's important to visit places like these every once in a while. They tend to put your whole existence, and frailty of it, into perspective.
I used Canon 5d mk3 and Canon 70-300mm lens. This is a single exposure, colour corrected with NIK Color Efex Pro 4.
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We hiked for several hours up the mountains through territory unfamiliar to me, carrying two days worth of gear and slipping and sliding our way through the first real snowfall of the year, our sight limited by surrounding fog so thick we couldn't see more than a few feet in any direction. The night was spent a cabin that seemed in the middle of nowhere, as if suspended in time and space - lost in the whiteout fog and silence of the empty mountains for miles around. Silent, save for the joyful laughter of good friends that could be heard from inside the cabin, perhaps spurred on by the wine and chocolate that somehow was prioritized to be carried up the mountain. Night passed, morning came, the fog still heavy... We wandered through the fresh blankets of snow, hoping and waiting for the sun to break through. And then, it did. The mist began to roll back down the mountain, lit brilliant gold by the rising sun, and we got our first view of our surroundings as I took this self-portrait. I can't remember if I said any words in particular during this moment, but I do remember my heart soaring and feeling the happiest I've felt in a long time, standing here in my element and witnessing one of the most beautiful sunrises I've ever seen. It will be a long time before I ever forget this one.
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