This is what it's all about.
Standing in this tiny scrap of woodland early this morning I knew I was in the right place.
A mistle thrush charmed me overhead as wrens, robins and tits busied themselves in the secret corners of this hallowed place. A gentle mist rose from the stream and deer beds carved warm spaces under the holly bushes by my side. I stood for an hour, statue-like as life carried on around me, waiting for my 900 frame time-lapse to complete.
It’s going to be a part of a film I’m premiering next Tuesday all being well, but for now this jpeg caught by the Canon 90D purely as an exposure test tells me that all is well.
All is well.
Caught by the bird song and the rustle and cry of a nearby fox I’m heartily reminded what it’s all about, and in many ways what I’m for.
This is my place, not that I own it. But it’s one of the many places that owns a piece of me, body, soul and spirit.
The season turns and I turn my memory back to a short film I made in this very spot a couple of long summers ago. Tanglewood.