The path down through the wood is where I conquered my deep fear of the dark, it's where I first drank and smoked, where I took my first photographs, and where my father's spirit abounds. I love this field more than I could describe.
To apply the photographic approach that I had been searching for on this journey was not easy. I found myself pointing the camera at familiar spaces, and then began to doubt the relevance to the pictures I had taken so far. However as I began to dig deeper I began to feel that I was perhaps close to finding a kind of Key; a sort of secret born out of the quest that I had been on for the last months.
I took pictures in the river, and amongst the long grass and in the dappled light under the alders....
HCW