Several times I have wondered about taking materials into the landscape. Not only materials but also tools. eg. today I found a pile of cut, dead bramble stems which I wanted work with, but no gloves – and many a time I have wished for a knife.. With one exception (day 17) I have worked with only what I find and my hands. Today I gained some eco points by clearing up some rubbish at the same time…
Ferrybridge on my way home … wind rippling the surface of the sea and a surging swell…. Marking the centre of the weed anchored so firmly in the turbulent sway and fray seemed important. Sea carrot grew sturdily on the bank of the old railway track, and the weed held a stem steady and upright even as it was submerged..
Late out on a wet gloomy evening and I’m looking for colour.. the first black alexanders seeds attract my attention – and its snail city out there at the side of the path. Mainly yellow. A token few were relocated for the photoshoot and returned to where I had collected them.
After yesterdays cop out, I’m ready to engage, and find myself planning … an early morning walk would be best so as not to shoot into the sun. The idea of working here (an old gun emplacement on West Cliff) has been around for ages and feels like one I will return to.
Quiet moments on west cliff as the sun lowers: discovering these shells as I searched for white stones to make my stack was a unexpected joy. Lots of them – previously unnoticed. A creamier colour selected for the last stone to set them off.