I went for a hike across the common land of Rosenannon Downs. The space was so open, wild and sparse yet the clouds made everything feel so close. I could've taken far more images than what I did on this scene (fig.1) as the constant stream of clouds rolling over whilst constantly changing form I found myself standing and staring in beautiful, eerie, solitude and taking in what I have been writing about trying to seek out and photograph since the start of this journal - the fleeting moments of beauty that emanate from 'the interminable chain of being', and what simply is.
By contrast to the sparsity of the downs, I found myself following a path that lead me to a thick cluster of old trees. I have no idea what these trees are but I have seen similar clusters like this around the Cornish landscape. Under the canopy the complex of twisting and entwined branches allowed little light to enter the mini-forest. Enough to see the floor looked untouched, covered in dusty decaying moss. The trees looked so strong - firmly embedded but exposed roots clawing and clutching the ground as if to stay put and endure the turbulence of the harsh elements during its lifetime. To me, these trees are a visual essence of wabi-sabi, dense and murky, imperfect, incomplete and full of impermanence.