#inremembrance
#lestweforget
#cockdestroyer
#inremembrance
#lestweforget
#cockdestroyer
Ovillers, Somme, France.
Formed in 16 days from 1/7/1916, expanded during the battlefield clearances. It sits on the downward slope of the rise. I first saw it through some trees, white laced chalk staining from trenches dug here, a ghost in the soil until the crops push through.
Ovillers, Somme, France.
Formed in 16 days from 1/7/1916, expanded during the battlefield clearances. It sits on the downward slope of the rise. I first saw it through some trees, white laced chalk staining from trenches dug here, a ghost in the soil until the crops push through.
High Wood, Longueval, Somme, France.
Visible for miles, perched as it is. You orientate yourself in the landscape, road signs, names drifts in and out, Delville, Bazentin, Montaubon and Trones, a grisly memory list, a shipping forecast of danger, extinction and loss.
High Wood, Longueval, Somme, France.
Visible for miles, perched as it is. You orientate yourself in the landscape, road signs, names drifts in and out, Delville, Bazentin, Montaubon and Trones, a grisly memory list, a shipping forecast of danger, extinction and loss.
La Boisselle, Somme, France.
Named after a German observation balloon which hung over the valley. Taken facing the British lines, the spires of Albert visible. The valley the other side is called Mash Valley. I could hear countless larks, saw one drop raglike to the field.
La Boisselle, Somme, France.
Named after a German observation balloon which hung over the valley. Taken facing the British lines, the spires of Albert visible. The valley the other side is called Mash Valley. I could hear countless larks, saw one drop raglike to the field.
Heuvelland, Western Flanders.
Perched on a glaciated mound of sand and gravel. Starkly beautiful. The trees block her view – south the coal of Lens, north the sweep of the plain towards Ypres. Down a steep climb, towards the Ossuary – over 5,000 poilu, only 57 identified.
Heuvelland, Western Flanders.
Perched on a glaciated mound of sand and gravel. Starkly beautiful. The trees block her view – south the coal of Lens, north the sweep of the plain towards Ypres. Down a steep climb, towards the Ossuary – over 5,000 poilu, only 57 identified.
Longueval, Somme, France.
While I was here the rising warmth made the ghosts eddy, I thought of John Abigail, he fought at Delville with the Norfolks. His family came from near Bromholm, moved to Norwich. John was shot at Dawn. His name on the memorial in St Augustines church.
Longueval, Somme, France.
While I was here the rising warmth made the ghosts eddy, I thought of John Abigail, he fought at Delville with the Norfolks. His family came from near Bromholm, moved to Norwich. John was shot at Dawn. His name on the memorial in St Augustines church.
Lost Light
Bernafay Wood, Montauban, Somme, France.
The wood is full of pits and hollows below the brambles and bracken. A haunted and haunting woodland tracts in a flowing landscape.
Lost Light
Bernafay Wood, Montauban, Somme, France.
The wood is full of pits and hollows below the brambles and bracken. A haunted and haunting woodland tracts in a flowing landscape.
Morston
2018
Morston
2018
Happisburgh
2018
I found a Neolithic scraper here, I have a small collection of flints already found at the bottom of the cliffs, Palaeolithic cores and scrapers from the blue clay. Old, with touch, alive still somehow.
Happisburgh
2018
I found a Neolithic scraper here, I have a small collection of flints already found at the bottom of the cliffs, Palaeolithic cores and scrapers from the blue clay. Old, with touch, alive still somehow.
Somewhere near the Skeena River
British Columbia
2017
Corbin was our guide, we went by boat up a tributary of the Skeena to watch bears and moose and so on. It rained a bit and was deadly beautiful, a charmed piece of more or less untouched wilderness.
Somewhere near the Skeena River
British Columbia
2017
Corbin was our guide, we went by boat up a tributary of the Skeena to watch bears and moose and so on. It rained a bit and was deadly beautiful, a charmed piece of more or less untouched wilderness.
West Runton/Doggerland
2018.
A day in the July heat spent fossil hunting. A storm rolled in across the lost Doggerland plain. Huge threaded cumulonimbus growing suddenly over the sea and across the cliffs. The finale, mammatus formed on the underside, then the sky cracked and it rained.
West Runton/Doggerland
2018.
A day in the July heat spent fossil hunting. A storm rolled in across the lost Doggerland plain. Huge threaded cumulonimbus growing suddenly over the sea and across the cliffs. The finale, mammatus formed on the underside, then the sky cracked and it rained.