The stillness of this scene surprises me. So much not in view. The clouds’ cover being blown, hide-and-seeking sun, me chasing shadows, and, roots. Here the bright field and dignified tree. And I wonder what part have walls to play.
The photograph was taken on a short walk not far from Lancaster, in the direction of the Yorkshire Dales – I was really struck by the tree’s rootedness, the fast-changing light, the illumined and cloud-shaded field, all flowing with the wind, and a quality of stillness within it all. I was fortunate the wind, clouds and light were as they were. How to do it justice, if indeed possible? How to catch the wind, as Donovan, a singer-songwriter when I was young, would say.