It seems funny coming to the end of what was a short Project really, but one I have found fascinating for reasons I cannot explain. Though I shall try.
The reason behind this Project was two fold. Firstly I wanted to mark my time here in North Somerset over the twelvemonth period. One day, and it may be far closer than I think, my time in this lovely area will stop. Nothing lasts forever. Hopefully that ending will not be for any serious or medical reasons, more that I may just move away from this area and what is now the familiar will recede into the memory.
Secondly I have long held an ambition to photograph a view on a regular basis as an endeavour to record that subtle change that occurs day by day but without record is often missed until like the first storm of winter, we realise the seasons have changed. Until now I had not managed to do this. But now, I have succeeded.
What this Project did also allow me to do was fine tune what works as an image, and maybe more importantly what doesn’t work. A couple of obvious learning points here was to plan the direction (and time) of an image carefully – evening photographs into sun often resulted in silhouettes at best. The scene is also important. A few images such as the barn and road don’t really change that much. My village view likewise apart from a few rogue waste and recycling bins didn’t change much either. It is a learning curve. Work in progress. 7/10 must do better.
Looking through these images across the year, these 17 unremarkable images in a way, the subtle change over the winter and high summer were almost indiscernible. The astonishing changes in the spring and autumn show how these Equinoxial moods change the landscape with abandon.
For the moment I shall simply post these images as before in a haphazard way for December; if time allows over Christmas I shall post each location on one posting, something like the twelve images of Christmas…. Observing the images en masse is a great way to see in an instance what had happened.
For these final images however what struck me more than anything was that it was so warm, not like the beginning of winter at all – photographing in short sleeves in December is quite unusual.
Two ducks on the river
The last view of Puxton church
For once a dramatic sky over the lane
No more sheep in the orchard
The silent river
Strawberry Line puddles
Apples have all been picked - tomorrow's cider
I included the car passing as a sign of life in the village
Maize now harvested the fields left to recover
Cold looking river
The dairy cows will stay - for a while at least
Late afternoon on the bridleway
That pink trug never moves
Wet, wet, wet.
Windblown sand in the foreground