Out to the peat

Since you ask, I don't cut peat these days. My health is not what it could be and Eve my lovely partner works full-time so doesn't have the time or energy. But I do like to wander the peat tracks of the area - scars on the heavily human modified landscape.

The weather yesterday was far from ideal - a cool wind blowing and overcast as well - almost a half hoolie if I'm honest. And trust me, I am. The idea had come to my wavering mind in the night that I must go out and shoot some film to finish a roll in the Hassie - so I did just that. The track I chose I've only walked once before. No doubt I've not been there often as it is inevitably very wet. Peat banks are usually wet and the tracks to them and through them reflect that. I picked my way carefully and found this old bit of heather which caught my eye. I shot it.

It isn't very interesting is it?

Channelling Ravilious

Look, I look at images - I mean proper images on film and everything. I like images - especially those that move me, like this one does. Yes, go and have a look. I'll wait.

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Ok? Nice isn't it? Mine is not a patch on that image of Mr Ravilous'. But I can't help referencing it on the occasional day the sun shines, I'm among some trees - as I was yesterday with Toots - and have a camera to hand. A Soviet camera but a camera all the same.

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I just knew you would go back and look at more James Ravilious' images. They are so very wonderful. My fav photographer to be honest. I would need another lens to take images like that though - and possibly another camera and some talent perhaps.

But getting back to my pale imitation of that snap, do you like it? Proper photogs call is Contre-Jour. When I say 'proper' I mean French or pretentious photographers - of which I am obviously one. Pretentious that is, not French.

Some of you might like this; please refer to Grayson Perry

Grayson Perry - Reith Lecture 1. If you can, please listen.

It was a mistake. I'd taken Lizz Cardwell- a pixel-peeping photographiser down to see The Crofter's sheeps - at least some of them anyway. They were down on the common grazings above the beach down that way. Tis nice down there and when I'm not taking snaps of that bench, I might be found looking at this place. I don't usually  take a snap here mind you - as you may know, I don't 'do' landscapes. But I sort of did. Shot at the bright thing in the sky and took a slice of scape in view - along with a woolly-back sheeps.

Sorry and all that.