This morning I went for a walk as I often do, to clear my head and get ready for the day. As I entered my local park, I looked out across the bowl of its space and I was gripped by a feeling of almost religious significance. White mist lay in the central dip, a bright low lying sun, was breaking through the autumnal trees, the mist giving the resultant sunbeams the form of soft focused searchlights. The glow of light was transfixing, the mist moved in the valley, the shafts of light following me as I walked across the grass towards the mist and for once in my life I decided to take some photographs. I have argued many times that I cant work from photographs but I had no drawing materials with me and I wonted to remember this morning. Perhaps because I had been ill and my morning's experience was reminding me of how wonderful the world is, I just took my mobile phone out of my pocket and did what I see so many people do, I used it to record the event. I also tried hard to remember the details of the experience, including how my feet were getting wet as I walked across the grass, needing to get off the tar laid paths in order to walk into the view. So here are the 5 images I took. As someone who still remembers having to load film into a camera and develop it in total darkness by winding it onto a spiral that was then loaded into a container that was then filled with developing chemicals and then having to look at the tiny negative images produced through the enlarging projector, all before going to print, I still think of how important it is to value each shot.
I have just finished making a series of images about my feelings associated with having a severe urinal tract infection. This post is a reminder of the amazing nature of the external world and is a necessary balance.
