Ten minutes at the field gate
There is a kind of waiting that feels very much like a walk.
Read the note →Out for a walk.
A few things worth keeping.
Pictures from the same handful of paths, in different weather. A brook, a few fields, the hill beyond the wood. I come back more often than I mean to.
Recently kept Six from the walks
The whole archive ↗
A gap in the weather
One bright strip between two showers. Enough to make the wet walk worth it.
The shallows, again
The same bend, a little less water, a little more sky in it.
A field left standing
The grass at the field edge had gone the colour of weak tea.
Birches after rain
The bark was brighter than the sky. My sleeves were still wet.
The long way home
A pale path through last year’s grass. I missed the turning on purpose.
Blue before morning
Nothing much happening, which was what I had gone out for.
Notes from the path
All the notes ↗A roll, a card, and the same walk
Trying to settle an old argument by carrying two cameras. It didn’t help.
Read the note →The tripod has become a bipod
A small mechanical failure, followed by a much lighter bag.
Read the note →Nothing much happens here. That’s part of the appeal.