It took millenia to trace these patterns, the hand of time to sketch the lines and etch them into the rock.
You could make it your life’s work and still not find the time to create something as intricate as this.
I am in thrall to nature and I hope it never ends.
For the record, no I am not a goth.
I do believe in ghostly occurances but I don’t think they are the lost spirits of the dead or anything like that.
That said, I don’t see why explaining these events away should make them any less intriguing.
Time for a splash of colour, to reminisce about a warm, early Summer evening and forget about the Winter gloom.
If anyone wondered: Yes, this is intended to be a counterpoint to the entry called South Hook.
Another year gone. I can’t see 2009 being a particularly vintage year for me. It started well but then it all sort of… tailed off.
But so what? Nature doesn’t rush.
Sometimes you need to take a step back and chill. Let yourself be free to be whipped by the storm, pulled hither and thither by the tide. You never know where you might wash up.
The key is not to go under. You’ll stay lost forever.
About ten months ago I went up to Newcastle to visit Tom. On a whim I decided to start for home a day early and spend twenty four hours in Manchester.
If you think I am a little late in posting these images you should bear in mind it’s taken me about four years to actually take them.
More new entries on the way, I promise.
If you follow the coast, west out of Milford Haven, South Hook is the first sandy beach you will come to.
Not that you’d want to spend much time there as it is also the site of the largest LNG regasification terminal in Europe.
I keep meaning to update but I keep going down to the woods instead.
However, the weather is turning and the nights are closing in, which means new blog entries should be imminent.
At least Field Notes has seen plenty of action.
Hold tight.
Shoot into the Sun, keep an eye out for the wildlife and try not to step on anyboy’s grave.
“Picture life without music, silence the whole day long.”
I am slowly rousing from my recent malaise.
Paul has worked his alchemy once again and blessed me with a sweet new website. I know it’s same old content but don’t worry, fresh cuts are on their way.
For now go: “catch the sun, before it’s gone.”
It seems like hardly any time has passed since I returned to Newcastle to chill with Tom and embark on a photo mission.
The images are displayed in chronological order and were shot in the space of twenty minutes.
In the words of the one and only Gorm:
“Engineering is beauty.”
If you’re still not sure what or where there is, there is a thumping great clue in the next entry.
It’s wearehomegrown’s third birthday!
Photos are from a sharp, cold Winter’s day down at Newgale.
Lovely Autumnal colours, though the crispness of the photos belies the dampness of the leaves.
I’m still waiting for a true crackle underfoot.
I love it when the photos lend themselves perfectly to the post production. I need to practice this technique more though, so I can vary the effect.
“He respects Owl, because you can’t help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right.”
A. A. Milne, creator of Winnie the Pooh, 1882-1956
I have so many sudjuctless photos, taken purely to preserve the textures I discover.
Drove out to Broad Haven but came back with photos of Druidston.
The lead photo looks a zillion times better in monochrome than it did in colour.
