Having spent so much time among the trees, I am feeling an overwhelming sense of loss and grief. The sap is weeping from the trees as they lie stacked in piles awaiting their final journey.
I think about the shots I want to take. I want to take some record shots to document the change in the landscape. I consider whether re-photography might offer an option, but it is difficult to imagine where each tree stood. While there are certain way marks, such as the loch and paths through ditches that I can recognise, it is difficult to get accurate bearings such is the extent of the devastation.
I decide to focus on capturing the trees that remain, in particular, a stand close to the loch, but there are others too. I work on multiple exposure images with the intention of giving the trees an almost ghostly aesthetic. In doing this, I also give some context of the place in which the lonely trees stand. This is something I do not normally do as I like to focus on being among trees rather than showing where they are located.
I spend my remaining time taking some details of the log piles – the damaged bark, the lichen clinging to the felled trees and the trunks wrenched from the ground by the logging machinery.
On my return to the studio, I decide to convert some of my images to black and white – somehow it seemed appropriate.