We often stand back and admire the landscape from a view point but to be immersed inside it is a different thing.

Green immersion. As you walk past a wood you see trees but take the path inside and there is a world of ethereal light and different sounds.

Our islands of wild uncultivated spaces are a precious thing, repositories of wildlife that need to be preserved.

The Marsh becomes denser than a jungle in spring, a world of green.

In a sea of green marsh foliage a line of pink and yellow flowers marks the foreground and a small flowering elderflower is seen at the back dwarfed by larger trees and reeds.

I searched high and low for the infamous apple tree that John Deakin wrote about in Wildwood. I walked up and down Thorpenss beach until one day I stumbled over it close to the shore.

A Dog Rose Tree emerges above the long grass. There is no view beyond the grass you are left in the space with the dog rose tree. You and the tree with an unknown lying beyond it.

Inspired by the lowering skies in Dutch paintings this scene reached over the intervening years to me. A cow quietly sways through the marsh grazing as it retreats. It evoked the timelessness of this landscape.

A sea of purple heather extends from the foreground leading to a lone Scots pine highlighted against a stormy summer sky. your eyes long to reach it but there is no path.

A bed of purple heather surrounds a lone Scots pine

Beside Siizewell B power station the sun sets on the lichen carpeted dunes behind the shore. The air is clean and salty and quiet but as construction on Sizewell C looms on the horizon, it will be lost in the devastation of construction for half a generation.

The fields are made white, a man made winter scene of snow.

The illusion of ice is folded into a heap, dormant until the next unravelling.

Useful once, old spent tyres cast on a heap, no longer of any use.

This hand made French Fold book is a world within a world. With the onset of Covid a certain fear hung over us all for several months, a fear of disease, death, uncertain future. Walking through that landscape led to this collection of images.

A flurry of white leaves us imagining the cascading water rushing toward the sea. It comes from my new book, a drum leaf bound book of images from walking along the Devon coast called 'The Way oof Time.'