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'The Long View'
“This beautiful book is much more than a book of seven trees. They have been chosen and assembled as a photographic, poetic and a philosophical metaphor for the sensations, the emotions and the passions evinced by the authors and, vicariously, by the interviewed participants. Yet for me the book also possesses something extra, some indefinable ingredient that wraps the reader in as you proceed, as if on a journey of awakening. Its pages possess that rare and intangible quality of awareness, which leads us, page after page, toward a deeper understanding of nature.”
Naturalist, writer and founder of Aigas, Sir John Lister Kaye
A full colour book with images, proses and poetry reflecting two years with seven remarkably ordinary trees across Cumbria, in all seasons, all weathers, night and day. We introduce each of the seven trees in the context of their local environments; share images and journal entries from the Light Walk (118km, east to west, tree to tree, midsummer) and the Dark Walks (sunset and sunrise at each tree, midwinter) as well as night-time images, reflections on the land art installations, and interviews with land managers, ecologists, woodsmen and women, scientists, researchers, farmers and ecologists.
260 x 210 mm
£15 + £2.50 P&P
In 2015 Harriet took up residency as Poet in the Meadow among the flowers in High Borrowdale. It was a time of solitude, slowing down and simply being in the meadow: in rain and sun, at night, through electric storms, and under a full moon, getting to know the flowers. This poems in this 62-page book have emerged from Harriet's notebooks. There are 160 limited edition copies, each one signed and numbered, with the beautiful meadow strip (designed by Kate Brundrett) individually hand coloured. If you'd like to buy one for £10 (+£1.50 p&P) please head over to our little shop.
Limited Edition Prints
For the first time Rob has chosen a selection of images for sale that he feels will add a touch of beauty to any room. They are Giclee prints on Hahnemuhule 350gsm archival photorag paper, which gives a painterly feel to the images. Each print is limited to just 25 copies and is sized at 25cm square with an 8cm white border around all four sides (so total image size is 41cm sqare). They are signed and numbered by Rob and come with a certificate of authentification. The prints are unframed and are priced at £110 each - post and packaging is a further £10 for the UK.
Other sizes are available on request but note that each image, regardless of size, will be limited to a total of 25 prints. If you click on any one of the images below it will enlarge and you can scroll through them all at a larger size.
Autumn birches, Troutbeck valley, Cumbria
This image was taken in late autumn 2016. We were walking out from Troutbeck Vally after spending time with the Trout Beck Alder in the fog. The soft light combined with the still leaves drew in my eye. It was a case then of teasing out this composition on a long lens.
Sunset on Khan Tengri peak (7010 metres), Kyrgystan
I led a trek in Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan in 2015 through wonderful valleys filled with meadow flowers. At the end of nine days we clambered on board an ageing military helicopter and we were dropped at a fixed campsite on a glacier, which was surrounded by giant peaks. Khan Tengri, at 7010 metres, is one of the highest in the region and climbers come from all over the world to have a go at scaling it. I set my camera up on a tripod just outside my tent to capture the fading light and was rewarded by this fleeting glimpse of sun on its main face.
Yellow rattle, High Borrowdale meadow
In the summer of 2015 Harriet spent many days and nights in an upland meadow in High Borrowdale, a quiet valley about five miles to the north of Kendal that's owned by Friends of the Lake District. She was there to slow down and reflect, with the aim of writing some poetry. I visited her a few times and of all the flowers, the Yellow Rattle was the one that always took my eye.
First light across the flanks of Scafell
I drove out on my own to visit the Wasdale Oak in the late summer of 2016. The landscape was lidded in grey, as is often the case in this westerly valley. As I neared the car park, the morning light suddenly broke through from the east, forcing me to park up quickly and fire off a few hand-held images on a long lens. This magical light only stayed for two minutes before the grey returned for the remainder of the day.
Herdwick tup, Keswick Spring Fair
In 2012 Harriet and I started our project Land Keepers. One of the first events we attended was the Keswick Spring Fair, which is held in a field on the edge of town on the first Thursday after the thrid Wednesday in May each year. We went along to meet the Herdwick farmers - for it is their breed show - and to see if we could arrange some interviews with them. Both of us were spellbound by the gentle relationship between the farmers and their stock in the showring. This image of a Herdwick tup has come to symbolise my view of the cultural heritage imprinted over the past several centuries on the Lake District landscape.
Unnamed ridge, Tien Shan mountains
Shot within the same space as my image of Khan Tengri, but one day earlier. The campsite was surrounded by towering peaks and as a photographer it was a gift at the dying of each day to just sit and watch as the light played with tips and ridges. This shark's tooth was a favourite spot to train my camera on, it was just a case then of waiting for the light and cloud combination to come good.
Starlings, Sunbiggin Tarn
We witnessed this starling murmuration by chance on the way to visiting the Little Asby Hawthorn in November of 2016. As we drove across the open landscape of Little Asby Common we saw groups of birds flying from different directions towards Sunbiggin Tarn. There followed a mesmeric display of thousands of birds that went on for about 15 minutes. Whilst in the air, the growing mass of birds pulsed like an ink drop in water, silent aside from the whoosh of their wings as they passed overhead. Just before dusk, they dropped into the reeds at the edge of the tarn and noisily proclaimed their arrival. One of nature's wonders.