Huddle

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A few winters ago, I walked up on Dartmoor, taking photographs as I went along.  It was a fairly unpromising day, and just as I was about to leave, I came across this small group of sheep. It was cold, lonely and wild on that stretch of hill, and the sheep huddled together at the base, before making their way slowly upwards. They turned occasionally to check me out as I stood quietly at the edge, taking some photographs as they melted upwards into the hill. I found them mesmorising in their rhythm. When I got home I looked at the photographs and thought how great they worked as a sequence – I wished I’d stayed longer and taken more!

There was something so strong and warm about their little group. I thought of them that night, all still up there somewhere, warm bodies protecting themselves and each other in the cold darkness. I thought of the word “Huddle”. And how we all need one. There was such a quietness to watching them too, the quietness of a certain type of concentration.

The tune I’ve posted with the images embodies the feeling I think. It’s entitled Endless , and it’s from the “Changeless” album by Keith Jarrett and Gary Peacock..one of my favourites..this is the sound of the wild and windy hills in winter to me..

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Crowcombe in August

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Last whites..

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Dartmoor in September

This shift from August to September is one of my favourite times, especially out on the hills..the purple and green of heather, the yellow (and scent!!) of the gorse, the light spikes and smear of grasses, and the changing skies. And there’s something about knowing that these places have gone through all this since they began, and you’re only catching a part of it.

We walked up high, and the mist came over..Lying in bed in the evening, I could feel it still there in my body, the mist, the earth, the smell of coconut and green, time turning..

Something about the hint of autumn wakes me up  (I think it’s supposed to do the opposite..?!) But the warm of summer feels to me like incubation…when autumn comes, ideas for things seem to spring up and fall out to me, a bit like the falling leaves!

I’ve been studying for a diploma in horticulture over the past year and it’s made me feel even more connected to the things growing all around us. I wonder if  looking through a lens or writing about these things will feel different, in the same way that knowing about a person helps a portrait?

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Bovey Contemporary Craft Festival – Revisted

A while ago, I took some photographs at the Bovey Tracey Contemporary Craft Festival.

I had such a great day – walking around, admiring and photographing. These kinds of events make you yearn to make things..

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Jane Blease

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Nic Webb

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Each one of these people is worth checking out and supporting – follow the links and be inspired!

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