Flower - Lighthouse - Quince
These three images summarise the late summer of 2020 for me. Like many, I decided to take refuge in new hobbies to combat the strain of lockdown. I started doing small expeditions by myself with my film camera. While these small excursions helped a little, the feeling of unreality was hard to shake off and looking at these photos now, I still get a slight sense of dissociation.
My favourite image out of the three in the final one, of the quince. I am drawn to this photo because of the small details. Specifically, my own filthy nails, which are only just discernible in the shade of the quince tree. I had been working on a hop farm as a labourer for over three months and this photo was taken a day after my final shift. Hops have a very strong scent, somewhat akin to weed – sweet, musky and pungent. The flower itself secretes a sticky resin that seems to get almost everywhere. For many days after I stopped working on the farm, I would smell it. The scent clung to my hands, my clothes, and my hair.
