My weekend consisted of cycling, wild camping and photographing when the moment arrived. Entering into conversation about nature was interesting. For me, Being 'in' nature is like a dream, my time in forests, next to water, in hills, felt 'dreamlike' it takes my mind into a different realm that is hard to put into words but at best, a hypnosis that feels part of me and overcomes me. The process of photography often feels the same.. I noted that if I lived out amongst nature on a permanent basis it would be interesting as to how further this would affect the imagination.
It is a fact that as a child this 'dreamlike' feeling was present with me then. I remember an old Yew tree that I stumbled across at the age of around 6 or 7 years old, this tree to me was magical and mysterious with a unknown sense of time. I still remember the visual image, feel, smell and power of this tree. Maybe some of us just become more dreamlike given the right circumstances for our mind, maybe some of us see nature as science. I know where I fall amongst this. It is all interconnected but to be transported into another realm by nature itself, is a wonderful thing.
I captured this moment of secrecy wandering through one of my favourite forests
I believe, as many others in the world do, that we are interconnected to nature, other beings and the world/space around us. In my dreams I wish that our interconnectedness would bring peace in the world and a better understanding of our need to respect nature, each other and nurture the spiritual elements in our life. From these thoughts today I managed to experiment a little with some photographs. I have also started to reread Khalil Gilbran's The Prophet, a fabulous text with much insight.
I have just spent a wonderful 10 days in South Spain - the Andalucia area of Spain, with its white Pueblo Blancos. These places have a magical attraction and charm. There is still a slow pace of life in some of these smaller villages that appeals to my senses very much. I am lucky that a dear friend lets me stay in her home out in one of these villages, high up in the mountains, with the closest large town being Ronda.
I took things very easy during this time away in Spain.. in the spanish way 'Tranquillo'. I swam, photographed nature, my son and a few village happenings, walked in the hills, ate tapas, drank Rioja and fell in love with a lonesome horse out on a finca. My urge to photograph was always there alongwith my urge to live a simple life with nature, which grows stronger and stronger each passing year. A few photographs from this place
* Falling in love with a lonesome horse out on a finca on the hill path..
*A rare photograph of me swimming in the lovely river at the foot of the mountains, taken by my 15 year old son.