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The FATman using a fisheye lens on Tadham Moor on the Somerset Levels; 11 Dec 2013.
The tall, dark but not handsome shadow lower left is me, taking this photo with a full-frame fisheye, which has a 180 degree field of view across the diagonal. I’m tilting this wild lens slightly downwards, and so the horizon is slightly bowed upwards.
I’m standing at a small crossroads that I know very well and love very much. To the left, out of view, is the Magic Carpark. Straight on is Totney Drove, which rolls on westwards towards Rattling Bow and Westham. And to the right is Jack’s Drove, which I often mention, making off northwards towards Tealham Moor. Jack’s Drove is flanked by one of the water-filled ditches, the rhynes (rhymes with “scenes”), that are the field boundaries in this very damp area, and pale lengths of corrugated iron have been built into the rhyne’s bank to (try to!) prevent the road from collapsing into the waterway.
Technique: D700 with Sigma 15mm fisheye lens; 200 ISO; Silver Efex Pro 2’s Triste2 preset.
UPDATE: to me, this is a very well known and indeed, treasured, spot – very simple and completely real, and I ask little else. But time moves on. Back behind my shadow there is a big dark tree with something pale standing up in front of it. The dark tree is in fact two big dark trees, while the pale object is the dead stump of a third tree. The three of these trees were standing beside a rhyne (see above).
Well, four points in time. I have a wonderful book of black and white pictures from the Levels: Wetland – Life in the Somerset Levels. This book was published in 1986, and it has a picture of this spot, showing all three of these trees alive and in full leaf: that white stump was the largest and hence I imagine the oldest of these three trees. Then there is this picture from 2013: the largest tree is now a dead, white stump but the other two are still alive. However, I visited the spot after much flooding on 31 Mar 2014, and one of the other two trees had toppled over, while the other was leaning at a dangerous angle – that is the problem here when flooding saturates the ground, the peat and clay soils are converted to something approaching the consistency of blancmange, so that the roots of any leaning tree are unable to keep it upright, and it topples over – the scene in 2014 is here . And so to today, 2020: the old white stump still stands here, but the stumps of the other two are barely visible, having been moved around when the farmers dredge out the rhynes every year.
As Dylan Thomas put it, “Time passes. Listen. Time passes.”.
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