Sunday, 24 July 2011
We Sail at Dawn: Boats on the Blakeney Mudflats pt 2
Another quietly rusting boat out on the approach to the Blakeney Point. I find this indescribably beautiful.
Runway: The RAF Bungay Airfield
The remains of the airfield of RAF Bungay beneath gloomy skies. Close to the village of Flixton, the airfield - 'Station 125' - was used by the US airforce during the second World War.
The airfield is now on the grounds of a chicken factory. In the fields surrounding the strip seems to be a fairly healthy population of hares: several were spotted this morning on the strip itself.
The airfield is now on the grounds of a chicken factory. In the fields surrounding the strip seems to be a fairly healthy population of hares: several were spotted this morning on the strip itself.
The Blakeney Witch Project
Walking the shingle towards Blakeney Point, I came across what I assume were the remains of a rotting, yet strangely-preserved deer - from the condition of its skin, I would have thought it had been washed up from somewhere after a period in the waters. Pebbles and twigs filled its cavities and it was sprawled in a roughly symmetrical manner, its hind legs protruding at roughly the same angles.
About a minute further down the beach was a stone circle, inside which were a triangular shape and the remains of starfish and crabs. Close by to this was a small cairn constructured from the materials found lying on the beach.
Nothing to particularly suggest they are connected or particularly meaningful, but in my mind's natural (no doubt misguided) proclivity to ascribe the macabre and the hidden to the world... I like to think they are. Gave an added sense of loneliness to the already strange atmosphere of the Point.
About a minute further down the beach was a stone circle, inside which were a triangular shape and the remains of starfish and crabs. Close by to this was a small cairn constructured from the materials found lying on the beach.
Nothing to particularly suggest they are connected or particularly meaningful, but in my mind's natural (no doubt misguided) proclivity to ascribe the macabre and the hidden to the world... I like to think they are. Gave an added sense of loneliness to the already strange atmosphere of the Point.
We Sail at Dawn: Boats on the Blakeney Mudflats pt 1
Apt, I suppose, but this rotting structure can't help but remind me, in places, of the skeletal remains of a massive decomposing fish.
Sunday, 10 July 2011
FarEastScapes: Anji County
The bamboo forests of the mountainous Anji County were some of the shooting locations for Ang Lee's 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.' The area certainly has the vibe. Walking one of the mountains, exhausted, we had bowls of green tea and rice cakes with the Buddhist monk in his temple at the summit. On the way down, we swam in a lagoon beneath a waterfall, illuminated by fireflies. It was a good evening.
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