Frosty Winds May Blow
After our first power blackout of the year last night – and given the ominus weather forecast of the previous 48 hours – the view above is what I expected to find outdoors this morning. Thankfully it wasn’t the case. Well, not on our particular part of the SW coast of Scotland anyhow.
The threat was enough however to have me review some of the photos’ I gleefully took in our most recent ‘ice-age’.
Frost, ice, and snow magically convert the landscape into a set of line-drawings – with every contour outlined and delineated to great effect. Little effort is required on the part of the photographer. Except this time I discovered something new had taken place.
Somehow – since the last time I had prepared for an exhibition – my brain had ‘evolved’ a new process of elimination – I swiftly and ruthlessly edited over 3000 photographs down to 300.
For various personal reasons I had not exhibited for several years, and yet here was evidence of what I can only describe as some form of evolution of critique. I deleted many years work with speed and detachment. By the time I had finished I knew that, as a person and as a photographer – things would never again be the same.
Don’t ask for an explanation. I don’t have one. All I know is I’ve learnt to trust myself, and to value myself without attaching a value – as in bad/wrong – to what I do.
A photo’ either works (effectively – and hopefully memorably – represents what I’m aiming to
achieve) or it doesn’t. That’s all there is to it.
It was great fun showing the grandchildren of my friend from New Zealand the Gatehouse hills under waves of snow. It was even better when they discovered two buried sheep, which the farmer and his son gratefully dug out.
The problem was.. I couldn’t sleep for days worrying how many others there were out there.
Yesterday I learnt the farmer had lost more than 300 sheep in these drifts alone. Deep in the Galloway Hills souls and livelihoods are at risk.
In the deep midwinter .. Frosty Winds May Blow.