Over the past few months, whilst trawling through my files of digital pictures, I have became aware of a loss: I have become aware that new landscapes are noticeable by their absence. Nature’s moments can only be interpreted by those who are present at the moments that nature performs her theatre. It’s clear that I have not, for some time, been amongst the audience, save in the tiny corner in which we live.
The uncovering of buried treasure or the notification that one is the holder of a winning lottery ticket demand that one must either be digging regularly or be buying lottery tickets. Landscapes are similarly demanding. You have to be there.
The nub of the matter, or at least of this post, is that I am not getting out enough. This has made me realise that my catalogue of digital landscapes was, for the most part, created when I was on location with many of you during our outings with Camerahols. The lack of landscapes tells its own story, so from the end of this year, we will sadly no longer be offering the opportunity for people to come here to learn a little about photography whilst eating and drinking well, and laughing a lot.
It’s high time that I went out to look at more of this amazing place, in which we happily live, so that I might learn a little more just by being there and looking.