Gleaned fragments of a developing narrative

‘the fruits of victory’ – a reflection

The rhythm of walking generates a kind of rhythm of thinking, and the passage through a landscape echoes or stimulates the passage through a series of thoughts.” Rebecca Solnit

The collection, Fragment of a Narrative1 evolved from two positions in my photography practice; the continued pursuit of ‘a search of time and place’, alongside the developing idea of ‘we search for something, we know not what’.

My inclination was to pursue image creation outside the framework of pre-planning and objectives, the photograph becomes a spontaneous observation reflecting conversations while walking.

The photographs belong to incomplete chapters (series) of a future book; the conversations, often with myself, are a search for understanding, a resolution of the past.


The Village  – Coach lights


Part of this series, the caption states, “Fled are those times, if e’er such times were seen”. It is a reflection of nostalgia and the words are from the poem, The Village by George Crabbe published 1783.

The newly introduced Coach lights in the village have reduced the beauty of moonlight – gone are the soft shadows, the backlit outline of familiar buildings and the softly illuminated pathways. The composition is a reflection on ‘occupied space’ and how each element plays an important, and central role.


The Old Ways – Anthony Lane, part of the Devil’s Arrows Ley


The Old Straight Track by Alfred Watkins was published in 1925, the author was an antiquarian and amateur photographer. He proposed that ancient trackways, often potential trading routes, aligned with significant points in the landscape, often showing signs of past human activity. He referred to them as ‘ley’.

He ascribed no mystical inference, that came later in the 60’s, with the misnaming of then as Ley Lines, Watkins always referred to them as archaic tracks. In folklore, the expression, ‘lay (ley) of the land’ shows a continuity based on usage.

You can read a copy of Watkins early thoughts in Early British Trackways.




Extract from The Meeting a poem by John Rawson

“My cob-built home has crumbled. Hereabouts

Few folk remember me: and though you stare

Till time’s conclusion you’ll not glimpse me striding

The broad, bare down with flock or toiling team.

Yet in this landscape still my spirit lingers:”

Follow the link above for the full poem




“This is the solstice, the still point of the sun, its cusp and midnight, the year’s threshold and unlocking, where the past lets go of and becomes the future; the place of caught breath, the door of a vanquished house left ajar.”  Margaret Atwood



Further images can be found on my personal website.

1Fragment of a narrative was used by Clive Lancaster to describe the photographs of Raymond Moore in the Introduction to Every So Often. Hugo van Wadenoyen recognised the role fragments play in a narrative in his seminal 1947 Wayside Snapshots.


Understanding Raymond Moore: The Print

A visit to the Photography archives at National Media Museum.


Plenty has been written about the work of Raymond Moore, maybe more than the availability of his photographs, (due to his ‘estate being in storage’). Images are on the internet for inspection; or in his two books, (although in all cases print quality is compromised).

Can an actual photograph reveal more of his intentions?
A detailed study of my copy of Murmurs at Every Turn, 1981, Travelling Light, ISBN10:0906333121 revealed the print quality to be average, probably a cost consideration, but is does not detract from the enjoyment.

The words of the poet Jonathan Williams has always provided insight;
often human,
of something that happened,

then things
got very quiet…

If you balance this idea of something having happened, with “subtle studies of meaning” as Graham Clarke states on p.70 of The Photograph, we have an accepted idea of what Raymond Moore was about. But did Raymond Moore see his images of places, once active, now fallen quiet, or potentially laden with subtle meaning.

As he stated when commenting on the photograph Dumfriesshire, 1985. “The excitement– dare I say beauty? (I hate the bloody word!) – is in the coherence of forms. I nearly froze waiting for that bus to loom out of the mist and work against the sign.”

I visited the Archive department at National Media Museum in December 2015 wanting to believe I understood his work, but after inspecting the print of Dumfriesshire 1985 I concluded I did not.

Typical internet copy, with no indication of the bus, as Moore describes.

The photograph was not of waiting, or even an event passed or introducing subtlety of meaning. It is of something that is happening. The internet or a book barely reveal the approaching bus which provide form, but also activity. The place is alongside an important route, the location is intersected, but not forgotten – maybe important to a few.

He is recognised for his strong sense of place and its conjunction with time; applying aesthetic form within the spatial dynamics offered. Why did he emphasise distance at the expense of foreground; maybe because the centre was not where we first thought.

After studying the prints, I believe something else is also happening; where the composition is solely resting with form, but where the choice of content is unknown. Often a tranquil location, but not waiting for something, nor where an event has passed –  potentially an entrance or an invitation, to see the world differently.

Maybe I should listen to Schubert more, his favourite composer; or take more photographs with these lessons in mind.