Ribblehead. I was here yesterday, a mad man huddled in a mossy hole, in the dark, waiting to take a picture of a train soaked, I took those pictures, in a flurry of wind and driving moorland rain. I’m tired. Sleep deprived after 3 days of early mornings and late nights… been busy chasing…
Inside the Outside photography collective are bringing their
There is, not far from Ribblehead station, a hidden, abandoned hamlet – identified only by the cluster of trees which surrounds it.
What photographers perceive as ‘The North’ seems to be land devoid of all people, if the images at this show are anything to go by…
Charming on most occasions: scuttling between trees, caching food in the undergrowth, sitting on wall tops and such. Yet sometimes… Welcome to my brand new blog! Enjoy poking around.