Every morning we look out on this scene; we are very fortunate. Sun, rain, snow or sleet, it remains a magical panorama. I have captured these trees so many times, in so many different lights, they must consider themselves celebrities. We have watched them for over twenty years and, in turn, they have watched over us. Beneath their branches generations of cattle and sheep have drifted by, indifferent to our stares.
Late yesterday afternoon, I climbed the fence and set up a time lapse beneath those same trees to get their view of us, to get their view as the last of 2016’s light faded in the west.
We don’t go overboard on New Year’s Eve , staying out late on a cold winter night has lost its attraction. A modicum of alcohol, a log fire and a good film seem much the better option. Last night we watched John Maclean’s excellent Slow West – It’s only slow in the way a rattlesnake or a predatory killer is slow. This terrific film is actually tense, twisty and brilliant – The Guardian. The film may be Coen-esque but the story of an innocent drifting in a violent world is a direct descendant of Jim Jarmusch’s work of genius, Dead Man. So much so that, realising it was free to view on Amazon Prime, we watched it too – a fine way to enter 2017, in the company of William Blake, Nobody and Neil Young’s haunting soundtrack.
A happy and creative 2017, one and all!