First Day on Dartmoor

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I am still working on my collages, but I got a bit distracted with this one as I was going through some old files.

This photograph has great resonance for me, as it was the first day that we went up to Dartmoor shortly after moving to Devon.

The air was clear and full of frost, and I was so happy to be there. Something about that light was strange, picture-book almost.

(A little change from the rain that we have here at the moment, we are surrounded by water and it doesn’t look to be stopping!)

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C.E.Rennie, 2014

Dartmoor 2

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We were here yesterday, on Crowcombe Hill…oh so beautiful, and such a relief to see a tiny bit of blue sky..I forgot my camera though, so no pictures.

The rain is back again today, but I don’t mind it so much after my trip out. I wanted to have some more hills here, so here are a few more from my trip to Dartmoor the other day..

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I love to watch the distant dots of people in a wild open landscape. There is some primal rhythm to sitting high on a rock surveying distant movements. Something about these tiny marks of humans in wide open spaces endlessly intrigues my eye.

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And then you are alone again.

Sounds carry gently in these spaces – the echo and slide of stones moving underfoot, a wave of invisible laughter on wings across the open grass. The lick of breeze on the wild flowers and bracken. Cows calling to their calves. A birds scattered call.

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The scent of green, rich and clean, imbued with stone..as if it could fill your blood with iron from just a breath.

Sometimes I want to lie down for hours and sink it in.

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Deep in the hills

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I have been walking hills since I was a tiny girl..they are somewhere in my blood. Their strength and certainty always inspires and calms. Their moods and weathers invigorate and humble. Their silence reassures something inside of me. I love to sit on a remote rock and listen for the tiny sounds, the birds, the water, the wind. These are my first attempts to capture something of the mood here..it looks like Winter but actually this is our Summer this year..and still every car park sells icecream..

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Early Morning Ice

I woke up really early today – the air was crystal clear, and the ground was covered in frost, so I had this crazy idea that I should go up onto Dartmoor to take some pictures. Sometimes the mist up there is incredible and I thought I might get some great shots..really it was just an excuse to have an early morning adventure! Firstly though, our car wouldn’t start, so I had to get it going again (in the dark) with the battery charger..so when I’d got up there, I’d sort of missed the sunrise..and secondly, it wasn’t frosty, it was drizzly. (Dartmoor has it’s own weather, always).

I went out anyway though for a walk – it was so lovely to be there, all on my own, with the icy wind waking me up..quite a way to start the day..I really wanted to capture something visually that would bring across that feeling of silence and space..but nothing really did..

So I’ll leave you with this lovely lonely road…miles of no-one..bliss!