It’s great to visit faraway places, looking for inspiration and interesting locations, but it can be amazing what you find close to home.
Recently I was riding along a cycle path which has been made in recent years from an old railway line. It’s fairly narrow, originally it was a single line track, but it’s a lovely ride with about a 4-mile stretch surrounded by trees and woodland as it heads downhill to the sea. So there I was taking my time to head back up the incline on my bike when I spotted the most fabulous tree about 20 foot from the track.
As I stopped and stared at its dead mass of branches I wondered how many time I must have ridden past without seeing it. Then I wondered why I was noticing it now? It might not be the popular scientific view, but I’ve found strange things like this tend to happen where my artistic life is concerned. Odd synchronicities placed into my path by, hmmm let’s call them Muses, and it’s always a good idea to pay attention.
Deciding my legs would appreciate a break a grabbed my camera out of my bag and decided to take some quick reference shots. Then since my legs were approving of the break, I shot a little video as well. On closer inspection, it’s only partially dead with some branches still bearing leaves. I’m not sure exactly what is brewing in my subconscious for this place, but I know I’m going to be back there with my cameras again soon.