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The view from Fan Nedd

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Wed, 17 Oct 2012 09:56:11 -0700

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In 27 steps and 360 degrees.

Interestingly assuming you had telescopic vision and I hadn't messed with this you could see both the nearby Brecon Beacons summits and the Mumbles way away glinting against the sea. That's the fourth time I've been up here and I'd never seen that before.

Another photos for Songs of Travel.

Best seen large www.flickr.com/photos/robspages/8097408887/in/photostream...

Maen Llia 360 in eight eighths

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Mon, 15 Oct 2012 08:59:57 -0700

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It’s part of my thinking for Songs of Travel that the images should at least aim to interact with the landscape like a normal person – i.e. not a landscape photographer.

We might well, stop and stare, but do we see compositions? We would sweep our eyes around a grand vista, but would we make a panorama?

We would find a standing stone and walk around it, as in this image: Maen Llia in eight eighths. A one off 360 perambulation.

Taken on a lovely trip out in, and up the Brecon Beacons with Adam Clutterbuck www.flickr.com/photos/adamclutterbuck/

Bristol Channel 109

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Mon, 08 Oct 2012 03:13:18 -0700

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The start of a new journey for Songs of Travel. Quite a long journey too, 109 photos taken three steps apart.

4 Llangranog

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Sat, 22 Sep 2012 03:43:45 -0700

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Completing my Llangranog trilogy for Songs of Travel.

For me the variations in this series are all important. This is best viewed in the slideshow here www.flickr.com/photos/robspages/sets/72157630952852400/show/

10 Llangranog

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 04:17:47 -0700

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Ten steps down the beach, Llangranog. Part of my Songs of Travel series.

39 Llangranog

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 11:05:18 -0700

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A walk down the beach for Songs of Travel.

Skirrid Fawr. Study

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 10:58:59 -0800

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Her east-west flanks, one dark, one sunlit,
her vernacular of borders

Excerpt from the poem Skirrid Fawr. Skirrid Hill, by Owen Sheers, published by Seren.
Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

The Wake

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Sun, 16 Oct 2011 10:24:27 -0700

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He looks me straight in the eye,
ninety years old.
folded in his favourite chair

and tells me he doesn't want this,
to watch himself die, to have the doctor
plumb any further in the depths of his scarred lungs.

He who himself spent so many years
holding the chests of others to the light
to forecast the storms gathering there,

the squalls and depressions
smudging those two pale oceans,
rising and falling in the rib cage's hull.

Excerpt from the poem The Wake. Skirrid Hill, by Owen Sheers, published by Seren.
Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

East Coker.

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Fri, 14 Oct 2011 10:00:43 -0700

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As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living.

T.S. Eliot, East Coker. From the preface to Skirrid Hill, by Owen Sheers, published by Seren.
Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Song.

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 11:27:51 -0700

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If we were magpies love,
and some day a bright bait caught your eye
and you were taken in a magpie trap,

a siren in a cage, then I would stay,
perch above you, spread my wings in the rain
and fan you with my feathers in the sun.

Excerpt from the poem Song. Skirrid Hill by Owen Sheers published by Seren
Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Swallows

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 09:47:55 -0700

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The swallows are italic again,
cutting their sky jive
between telephone wires,
flying in crossed lines.

Skirrid Hill by Owen Sheers published by Seren
Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Skirrid Fawr. Study.

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Sat, 17 Sep 2011 23:43:04 -0700

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Just like the farmers who once came to scoop
handfuls of soil from her holy scar,

so I am still drawn to her back for answers
to every question I have never known.

Skirrid Hill by Owen Sheers published by Seren
Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Mametz Wood Study 3

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 11:46:17 -0700

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This morning, twenty men buried in one long grave,
a broken mosaic of bone linked arm in arm,
their skeletons paused mid dance-macabre

in boots that outlasted them,
their socketed heads tilted back at an angle
and their jaws, those that have them, dropped open.

You can read (or listen to) the poem in full here www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=...

Skirrid Hill Published by Seren ISBN 1854114034

Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Comments and thoughts are most welcome, but please no images in your comments thanks.

Four Movements in the Scale of Two. Study Two.

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 02:03:47 -0700

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…making me realise once more that bodies, like souls,
only exist when touched.

Part of Skirrid Hill a project inspired by the of poetry of Owen Sheers.

Image © All Rights Reserved Open Aspect Photography

Poetry © All Rights Reserved Owen Sheers. Skirrid Hill Published by Seren ISBN 1854114034

Comments and thoughts are most welcome, but please no images in your comments thanks.

Four Movements in the Scale of Two. Study One.

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 03:54:39 -0700

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II - Still Life
I sit, eyes closed, my naked back
a canvas on which you paint,

drawing upon a palette of touches,
light across the skin, ...

From the poem Four Movements in the Scale of Two

Part of Skirrid Hill a project inspired by the of poetry of Owen Sheers.

Image © All Rights Reserved Open Aspect Photography

Poetry © All Rights Reserved Owen Sheers. Skirrid Hill Published by Seren ISBN 1854114034

Comments and thoughts are most welcome, but please no images in your comments thanks.

Y Gaer (The Hill Fort) Study 3

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 06:56:15 -0700

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I'm sure you are all familiar with this poem by now. It will make more sense if you read it, which you can do here www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=19032

Part of Skirrid Hill a project inspired by the of poetry of Owen Sheers.

Image © All Rights Reserved Open Aspect Photography

Poetry © All Rights Reserved Owen Sheers. Skirrid Hill Published by Seren ISBN 1854114034

Comments and thoughts are most welcome, but please no images in your comments thanks.

Y Gaer (The Hill Fort) Study 2

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 04:58:51 -0700

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Summer

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 02:35:31 -0700

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Summer
Bees go down at the
lips of foxgloves, nervous like
a lover's first time.

From the poem 'Calendar' by Owen Sheers.

I'm hoping to make this a series of four to complete the seasons.

Part of Skirrid Hill a project inspired by the of poetry of Owen Sheers.

Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Poetry © All Rights Reserved Owen Sheers. Skirrid Hill Published by Seren ISBN 1854114034

Comments and thoughts are most welcome, but please no images in your comments thanks.

Y Gaer (The Hill Fort) Study 1

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Wed, 25 May 2011 03:24:24 -0700

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This poem is a matching pair with the previous one. It will make more sense if you read the poem, which you can do here www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/record.asp?id=19032

Part of Skirrid Hill a project inspired by the of poetry of Owen Sheers.

Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Poetry © All Rights Reserved Owen Sheers. Skirrid Hill Published by Seren ISBN 1854114034

Comments and thoughts are most welcome, but please no images in your comments thanks.

The Hill Fort (Y Gaer)

nobody@flickr.com (Rob.Hudson) — Wed, 04 May 2011 04:13:31 -0700

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'…we're no more than scattered grains;
that from here in this view, 9, 19 or 90 years
are much the same

that it isn't the number of steps
that will matter,
but the depth of their impression.'

And that's why he's come back again,
to tip these ashes onto the tongue of the wind
and watch them spindrift into the night.

Excerpt from the poem The Hill Fort (Y Gaer). Please take some time to read or listen to the entire poem here www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=...

Part of Skirrid Hill A project inspired by the of poetry of Owen Sheers.

I have a new article published in Great British Landscape magazine on projects and Skirrid Hill, subscription only www.landscapegb.com/issues/lgb-0013/

Image © All Rights Reserved www.open-aspect.co.uk

Poetry © All Rights Reserved Owen Sheers. Skirrid Hill Published by Seren ISBN 1854114034

Comments and thoughts are most welcome, but please no images in your comments thanks.