We can often emerge ourselves far too much in the whirlwind of events outside our immediate control. Watching people scurry around Bristol like bees in a hive. I recognise three kinds of people walking the city streets today. Those who walk quickly and intensively, eyes focussed on the pavement and avoiding contact. The person who walks eyes forward with a warm, yet disconnected gaze, as if they can see through solid objects. The third type of person stands still for a moment, looks up and has WOW emanating from their glowing facial expressions, as if to say, “sometimes we forget the simple things often give the greatest pleasure.”
Location: Here
Dreamers
They never learn
They never learn
Beyond, beyond the point
Of no return
Of no return
And it’s too late
The damage is done
The damage is done
This goes
Beyond me
Beyond you
The white room
By a window
Where the sun comes
Through
We are
Just happy to serve
Just happy to serve
You
Its 15,000 labelled trees (2,500+ different species) come from Britain, China, North America, Japan, Chile and other temperate climates. The planting at Westonbirt Arboretum started in the 1850s by Robert Holford; the rich Victorian landowner to whom the Westonbirt estate belonged.
Over five days Worthy Farm is a venue where 170,000 people enjoy music, comedy, theatre, circus, cabaret, and other performing arts, but for the remaining 350 days it is a place of work. We conveniently forget this when leaving Glastonbury Festival considering the 500,000+ sacks of rubbish and the large assortment of camping gear carelessly abandoned by party goers. I wanted to capture a selection of photographs of when the land is at peace, as well as hunting down any telltale signs of the festival. There is something tranquil, but equally strange when walking around the site at this time. Instead of the loud music, smells of food cooking and the bustling crowds, you only have the noise of nature to interrupt your thoughts. When the music’s over, maybe we should all give a little bit more thought about the remaining 350 days of the year and leave no trace. I hope you enjoy the photographs.
A peaceful place, a place of reflection, where the past and the future often cross paths. The Lake District, Cumbria, for me, is a place of tranquility and where time moves a little less quickly allowing the mind to think, inhale and take stock.
A riverbank walk and the sights of autumn’s first gold, the leafs are changing colour and the air is distinctively chillier.
Irregular Frequencies 