Regular readers of this blog are probably wondering what’s happened to the street photography ? You’ll probably not be surprised to hear that I simply need a break. Recharge the mental batteries. It will be back. I’m like a moth to the flame. It will be back. For now I need some time of quiet contemplation. Some walks through the woods of my childhood, somewhere only I know. Just me and the dog who never asks and never wonders why ?
When I was about twelve there was a pond here with a fence of barbed wire around it. Actually there still is a pond. I could never figure out why that was so, the fence ? This pond with a fence around it, in the middle of the wood at least a mile from any houses. You can just see the outline of the pond, silted up and overgrown. The path goes around it and up into the trees. The plastic piping looks like it’s hovering in mid air. I can’t say I used to like this pond and I still don’t. It feels menacing. There’s a presence I can’t quite put my finger on, this pond in the middle of the woods ! Will the act of photographing it resolve my dilemma ? Maybe, maybe not ?