5 AM start for walk between the two River crossings – little owl, bitter wind, owl taking song bird in talons, cold gripping my head with icy talons. Everywhere flooded but frostily firm to walk on. Car pulls up and occupant with tattooed St. George’s cross on forehead, camera and binoculars to hand, asks the way to footpath under the second road bridge.
Tom is interested in the remnants of a previous culture, pre road bridges – the turn pike, the former road stopping at the river’s edge and the small, now isolated settlement.
I photograph Tom walking. Transition, movement, change.
