From a beautiful, sunlit, evening in the dunes of Aberdyfi, Wales.

I am constantly astonished at the tonal range possible with paper negatives and at the sharpness obtainable with a well-made pinhole.

4x5 pinhole, paper negative. Click the image to view larger.

The Dart is a beautiful companion, continually moving, tracing lines, shapes, geometries of its own. Descending into the shallow moorland valleys hear the high, embracing pitch of the constant breeze punctuated by its roaring and gurgling. To be near it means to drink, to bathe; cool respite; thirst slaked by cold, peaty water of life.

The West Dart River - beautiful, cool and lively.

Solid, solid rock
ancient temple wrapped in the fleetness of the wind
serenaded by the hiss and sigh of the grass.

Lowlight, peat hags, water, cloud reflections.

The squall blew across the shallow peat hollow, lashing face and the feeble grasses alike; stinging blasts high on zest and power....



... until the louring clouds rumbled their malevolent way eastwards and a ray of sun caressed the land.

Beneath the scudding skies
I find the way through
the tangle of my senses.

Day two. The journey finding its own pace and direction while the wind gusted up, blowing clouds and ravens across the tops, buffeting the grasses against the peat.

It is astonishing how correspondances in images made within short periods of time only show up in retrospect. It is almost as if the spirit of the place guides one into a way of seeing, gently and unwittingly. This unity of shapes and reversal of tonality became apparent to me only once I started to review the group of images on screen. As usual, click the photo to see it large on black.