
Occasional, dazzling sun as dark clouds stream overhead
Many years ago, and newly arrived from equatorial climes, my wife and I were on the Somerset coast, desperately seeking a hot lunch on a bitterly cold day in the middle of winter. However, in that distinctly non-tourist season, nowhere could oblige us. At long last, we were saved by the Blue Anchor Hotel, between Watchet and Minehead, which, at no notice, produced delicious hot food, almost more than we could eat in fact and – as if that were not enough – wonderful warm hospitality too. Coastal erosion will soon cause that hotel to collapse into the sea, and this fact, combined with my memories of that far off winter day, has served to bring my wife very powerfully back to me.
And so to a sentimental journey, to a place nearer home where I used to walk with Juliet, my first wife, my now long dead first wife. A journey to walk where we walked and – if only within myself – to talk where we talked.
But, when I got there, the Natural World had other ideas, with high winds, driving rain and dark clouds rolling in across this open, upland landscape – this landscape, on the top of Mendip Hills, that was the roof of the world in my childhood, sixty years ago.
And so to thoughts and memories – very many of them – and to a flask of hot coffee within the car’s warmth and shelter. And to looking out at, and then photographing – through the car’s streaming windows – some of the frenetic and blasting natural energy that swirled around me. Was I afraid of the raging elements? No, because the Natural World in all its moods enthrals me – but having my valued camera gear saturated and ruined is quite another matter! But I knew that, Julie, the daughter of a farmer, would have enjoyed the weather’s energy too; that’s how she was.
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Main road; early morning
Two things to mention. First, these images (which will be presented in three posts) may be a little dark, but this really has no significance beyond my penchant for dark black and white, and the fact that it was a dark day.
But, second, this post’s stark title may come as something of a shock to some. But, while not especially looking forward to it, I feel more or less at ease with death, not least I suppose because I know that it is an inevitable reality. But I know too that some in our advanced and civilised societies avoid mentioning The Big D, that some regard allusions to it as being in poor taste, and that some even regard it as some sort of taboo subject. And I suppose that I find it strange that with all the imagined realities and social constructs with which we fill our heads and in which we so ardently believe, that some of us remain averse to contemplating and discussing all Life’s single, solid, and only too real destination.
Anyway, these are photos of a stormy day, taken with Julie on my mind.
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Dead trees, rolling clouds, ghostly skyline
.If you would like to see enlarged versions of these pictures, click onto each one to open a larger version in a separate window, and click onto that image to further enlarge it: recommended.
Technique: all pictures were taken with a Fujifilm X-T2 camera and 55-200 Fujinon lens. All were processed in Lightroom, and then converted to mono with Silver Efex Pro 2. On the edge of Priddy Mineries Nature Reserve, east of Priddy, on the top of the Mendip Hills, Somerset; 20 Sept 2018.
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