A new host this week, Scillagrace (Priscilla Grace) who invites us to present a “Getting To Know You” post showing your relationship with a subject you’ve photographed. The subject could be a Person, a Place, a Culture, an Object…anything that has captured your attention, won your affection and taught you a thing or two.
My love affair with the south-west began many years ago as a child on holiday. The long drive down from the north of England when there were few motorways was not my favourite part as I suffered badly with travel sickness. But once we had arrived in our caravan in either Dorset, Devon or Cornwall I was entranced.
Wind forward 50 years or so and dreams of a move to the south-west were becoming a reality. Several holidays in Cornwall helped us decide where it was we wanted to live. And that was practically the end of the country. West Penwith.
The toe of England, the bit that weather forecasters always put their arm across, the extreme south-west which gets battered by the Atlantic storms scudding across the Celtic Sea .
Where Land’s End lies.
And mermaids sigh.
For some reason the wildness and openness of this part of the country appealed to us. It’s rural charm and tin mining history, patchwork fields and Cornish hedges, tiny fishing villages and remote beaches are endearing, though maybe not so much during the school holidays when the population rises dramatically and roads are choked, car parks full and beaches heaving.
Living in the countryside in a hamlet of less than twenty houses you start to notice nature.
The sunsets and sunrises.
It has a very different character to the rest of Cornwall; it feels almost like an island. Remote villages and hamlets are strung along one of the most beautiful roads in the land between St Just and St Ives.
And travel is slow due to tractors, trucks, German campervans, French motorhomes, sharp bends and drystone granite walls that you desperately try to avoid at all costs when reversing into a ‘passing place’. The unhurried pace gives you time to catch a glimpse of
A blue-green sea.
The tumble-down mine.
A white-washed cottage.
Frothy cow parsley.
Red campion (which is really pink).
Starry stitchwort(Lesser and Greater).
I have spent a lot of time photographing my neighbourhood in the five years since I moved here. I have learned the names of plants that I had never seen before and I even spent an entire year recording nature in a monthly photographic blog journal. I don’t think I have ever in my entire life come to know a place as intimately as I have with this one.
Or love it as much.
Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #145 | Getting to know you