Richmond Park, Richmond, UK.
2006.
Expired medium format film.
On winter trees the fruit of rain
Is hanging trembling in the branches
Like a thousand diamond buds
And waiting there in every pause
That old familiar fear that claws you
Tells you nothing ain't no good
Then pulling back you see it all
Down here so laughable and small
Hardly a quiver in the dirt
This ain't no love that's guiding me
This ain't no love that's guiding me
No it ain't no love guiding me
No it ain't no love guiding me
(David Gray - Ain't No Love)
These pictures mean more to me than they did back then. By the time I got that film developed, it had already been expired for a few years. Like the landscapes in the photographs, memories become blurry. Some events might not have happened as we think they did. We forget facts, so our brain or imagination makes up false facts to fill in the blanks.



























