Abandoned plough...

Abandoned plough...

Last year, I spent the best part of a couple of weeks, spring and autumn, photographing in and around an abandoned, though not cleared, village in the remote western-most highlands of Scotland. What started through a visit borne of curiosity has become a significant photographic project for me. I'm aiming to develop an exhibition of prints from this at some point soon, but I feel I have not yet finished the work there. The location is not secret as such, but I'm not naming the village because I'm more interested in the general narrative of the place, rather than its specific history and geography. Spending whole days at the village, and making photographs only very slowly, I became absorbed by the atmosphere of the place, and felt I began to understand something of the way the settlement sits in its environment, its relationship to topography, to rock and water, to weather and climate, to the sea. I may post short essays on aspects of this work in due course.