We do spend so much time and energy achieving a “nice” photograph – well composed, well lit, aesthetically pleasing. Perhaps this one is a reaction to all that. I was visiting a region in Ireland where I had spent my early years in between sojourns in New Zealand. Very pretty countryside, but on this return trip I had no option but to photograph it “warts and all”.
The rain was coming down in buckets – so nostalgic. The former neighbour’s farmhouse was still there, as usual dwarfed by farm buildings. A former mixed farm, now a dairy farm by order of Brussels – roll on BREXIT.
I stood in th middle of the road and shot the scene as it was – telegraph pole dead in the centre, puddles, dripping bare branches, all-over grey. The camera was loaded with colour transparency film – totally inappropriate , so post-processing was needed to B&W.
Perhaps we should move away from the pretty-pretty more often.