Over the last few days I've been walking up to the small wood at the top of the hill when I've had an hour or two here and there to spare, making this.
Wednesday, 31 March 2021
Wednesday, 24 March 2021
The Window
I went for a walk across the fields the other day to a ruined barn. There's a small, stone window in the side of it that always reminds me of the dark openings in neolithic long barrows. It's obviously a very modern structure by comparison but the darkness is the same. I took my tablet with me and recorded some footage.
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