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I’ve been re-visiting my Cornwall folder and found a few more of these small figures.

 The million tiny details within a moment.

(If you’d like to see a few more related to this, then browse through the small figures tag..)

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Three Days (Part Five) – Last Night, Some Light..

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There is so much I have left out of this little series and our lovely time here – time, equipment and other factors mean that what I can capture at this stage cannot possibly completely convey the beauty and breadth of this part of Cornwall, and my deep love for it. Some of these are just snapshots really, and a sketch book of ideas I’d like to continue at a later date..there is a wealth of inspiration here. But I hope I have managed to put across some of the essence of the landscape and how I feel about this beautiful place.

I have been visiting Cornwall since I was about 10 years old, but being there with a camera in hand and a photograph in mind was a totally different experience. What I find so fantastic about photography is how it makes you look at every tiny part of everything. It takes you out of yourself and into the details of life around you. I saw everything even more closely – its light, its Atlantic weather, strength, richness, fragility, wild space…too much to mention.  I am even more in love now and plan to go back as as soon as I can..

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Thanks so much to Mark and Jess at Gear Farm for giving us such a lovely place to stay!

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Three Days (Part three) – Thoughts from the Beach..

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Extraordinary or ordinary, we know that every experience is fleeting. Moments of true innocence so isolated and rare. Moments that I experience as absolute joy are often embedded with a soft grey  line that recalls to me that familiar grain of the fear of loss. Sometimes I long to make that moment somehow more stone-like and solid, to preserve and remember.

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I think that what I felt on the beach this day were ideas, expressions, something from inside leaping outwards, something from outside leaping in..

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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Sand and Sunglasses

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When I was out at Exmouth the other day, I noticed how great the beach looked through my sunglasses, and it got me thinking about filters and things, and wishing I had some to experiment with. I wondered how it might look if I took the photograph through the sunglasses instead, and these came out – I quite like them and think they look just a little like old film..anyway leaving you here with some colour – have a great weekend!

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