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I wasn't particularly happy with this shot. It certainly is
not ticking all the right boxes. There is no convenient track
to lead your eye into the picture. Nothing in the foreground
to rest your eye on, apart from a shadow cast by a very large
Holly bush and a very bland and uninteresting sky. However, my
eye and imagination are captured by the distant site of a
graveyard for old and decaying English Oak Trees. These mighty
Oaks that had once stood firm and proud, lay bare and bleached
in the Winter sunshine. How I wish that I had been here two
hundred years ago to capture their beauty. Maybe they would
have been passed by unnoticed then, blending in with the many
other trees in the landscape. I have been bewitched by the
strange hollow shells and the history that they portray. A
stark reminder that nothing is on this earth forever, that we
are all simply passing by. My eye is suddenly drawn to the
distant tree tops and the intrusion of a mobile phone mast. I
am back with a jolt in the 21st. century.
I just hope that my image will last as long as those trees
have.
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