My photography is more fruitful when I am on my own. That is, at least, the images I make when I’m out alone in the wild.
Every so often I pass a derelict quarry by the side of the railway line I travel on. Lush, fenced off,
‘no man ever steps in the same river twice, because it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.’ ~ Heraclitus. Words that came to me via both musician Kris Drever and writer Katharine Norbury this week. A sweet coincidence.