A Beating Heart.
Every morning when I wake I try to work out the type of day it will be from the tiny rays of light around the edges of the blackout blind.. with the calculation of a photographer and the excitement of a child.
Most days it’s possible to take a satisfying shot, if not in the wider landscape – then here in Larglea’s lush gardens. I have been out at dawn watching young herons in the wild, but in reality not that far from a morning coffee.
I have seen this countryside in every possible variation of light and weather. I now know where to head to catch the kind of light I need. I have stood still in the woodland above as snowflakes swirled and danced around my head. I have seen it frosted like a sugarcake, and noisily dripping in flourescent emerald green in the sudden sun that can follow a storm.
I have come to a sudden halt in a forest, holding back my companion to prevent him treading on the tiny mouse – no bigger than his thumbnail – charging across our path with no apparent awareness of our presence.
I have driven along a road that seemed to be moving ahead, like a river of mercury – only to find that a ‘sea’ of frogs was migrating across it, lit by a silvery evening sun.
Landscape belongs to no-one. It will outlast us all. This is a land that surprises me every day. It makes my heart beat faster. Come and look for yourselves. I guarantee you’ll love it too.