On Sunday, I visited Bolehill Quarry in the Peak District for the 3rd time, almost a year to the day of my first visit. For once, we had some interesting conditions, and my initial thoughts were to get a shot of the rows of silver birch fading into the mist. However, those images aren’t the ones that have occupied my mind since returning. Instead, it’s been those taken by the quarry wall with silver birch trees, where the mist lingered and diffused the light, that keeps pulling me back.
These 4 images represent the 30 minutes or so I spent exploring a very small section of quarry, and despite the content being similar to images I’d made from this spot before, the subject feels different. I’m not if its evolution as a photographer, or whether it’s simply being a different state of mind and therefore reacting to the landscape differently. After all, a lot has changed since my last visit 12 months ago.