A well worn trail between two distant high places. One in England, the other in Wales. Time has no future along this forgotten path, and unfortunately, this will now be the way it will remain. So be it. It can be grim, tired, depressing. It is however, for me, often beautiful.
Surrounded by life, yet often empty, time is not standing still here. There is a powerful feeling that change is on the way. But from where? And what change?
In a time of closure I keep finding reminders of sudden endings and places peopled by the ghosts of invisible hands labouring in the extreme condition of outrageous poverty. There is a hard beauty to these places.
As a way of creating pictures for several long term ideas such as: Solva to Croft [ The Mercy Path ] and the The Curious Man of the Sea - I have, it seems to me, become increasingly focused on what is being left behind. Forgotten. It is a sturdiness connected to beauty and hidden craftsmanship in even the most desolate of places that really interests me.