The Time To See
Relaxing The Mind
A few years ago, I returned home after what felt like a grueling period of intensive travel and found the best way to wind down was to walk slowly in the surrounding countryside where I live. Initially, photography was the furthest thing I would regard as relaxing, so I chose to stroll. I do not think I am alone when I say the eyes of a photographer seem to constantly make images even when there is no concerted effort from the person that owns them.
Each time I walked I became a little more familiar with my surroundings which I considered to be very familiar in the first place. Many of the evenings I headed out were ones of cold breezes that nip at your neck followed by a raising of the shoulders to keep it out. The air was damp, and all was grey with the grips of winter and all, but the birdsong rendered the place dead.
I soon came to realise that that my perception of the landscape hindered any suggestion of beauty, but it was there surrounding me. After some time, and with no set agenda, I allowed myself to take a camera and decided to see if I could ‘see’. I did not take long, and with a little patience, I connected with the remnants of the passing seasons and the beauty that remained almost everywhere.