I have fought shy of the truth of this photograph for some months now. My photographic eye by default favours contrast and shadow whilst here there is little of either, and, as a result, I nearly discarded this image. Now time has passed, I am revelling in the delicacy of the grey, the softness of the light, and a vivid memory of the dampness clinging to the lichen-covered granite.
Having run into the doldrums with the Dartmoor project, I am finding the process of revisiting the negatives once more quite fascinating. After several months, it feels almost like viewing someone else’s work; the new-found distance makes the whole thing easier to approach critically and, dare I say, dispassionately. Oddest of all, I find the photographs speak to me far louder than they did in the days and weeks immediately after the walk. For one who is perhaps too self-critical, this is a refreshing revelation.
I wanted initially to adopt a very purist approach to cropping, that is to say, not to crop at all. This image definitely benefits from the crop which serves also to enhance the gorgeous, smooth, HP5 grain structure. Click the image to view larger (and better).