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Moorhen Blues

The sound of a moorhen crying from the other side of the river during my run this morning was a jolt. It was the sound of an animal communicating in a language I will never understand. It was a very lonely feeling.

I also saw a giant fish leap out of the water.

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Grumpy today.
Though doing this is cheering me up just when I was looking forward to really wallowing in it.

Aggregation

These two images strike me in ways different to the more landscapey shots I've already posted. Still from Bodmin, still marked by my sense of 'homecoming' obscured by the newness of everything, these shots hone in on things strewn about the place, found at the back of a garage etc. When lining up the camera's viewfinder with what my brain wants to see as a composed image, I am guided by a certainty within myself on how to order the image, a logic. Categorically I wanted to avoid photographing one thing, isolated, and instead show what happens within the frame as a conglomerate of parts to make the whole, consciously disrupting the normal edges of a thing in able to show it as aggregated within a new - or just my own - frame of meaning.

Art-speak flowing then today. Sweet.

Sky as Opening

Tunnel Vision

Mizzle

The pathways diverge when you look at plants, the line of stem parting to go two ways, maybe more, eventually to flower, itself an expression of future and forward motion. Skin unfurls and green shoots push and at the end something pretty blooms for a time.

Over the top of the hill wind splutters with the 'mizzle' from across the moorland. The sound enters the house through drafty gaps in the window. Looking out at the grey sky, green land, the sound joins the pool of aural memory and ceases to speak of this moment, instead being a reverberation of childhood spent in drafty houses and long looks out at the land beyond.

Small knarly trees in sillouette hold out against the grey sky, warped, wrapped in the wind. Young trees that look old in this ancient landscape. Flattened shapes of grey hedgerows receeding back into the mist.

Bodmin Started

Contact

Hi! I don't know how long it's been since I posted but I know I've been out of it, feeling the lack of commitment to something that I make.

I just scanned the humongous list of blogs that I follow and haven't had a chance to look at (I have no internet at home at the moment) and had a pang for everything I'm missing. The internet keeps me connected and in conversation with art, imagery, words, news, culture, ideas, lives, people...

I returned from a trip to Bodmin (Cornwall, UK) over the weekend and will post some of the photos from what was a really beautiful trip.