Another in my occasional series about the decimation of rural life. Fellow photographer, Jane Wright who likes to photograph old buildings went to shoot this one and later commented that I have a habit of making Lincolnshire look American. She is probably correct as most of my historical influences are American photographers.
Most farms just have a dog as a trespass deterrent.
For many village pubs lockdown really did end in tiers, this on never recovered.
Willow trees around Fillingham lake.
Pictures of my childhood playground, The Old Wood and Hags Wood.
It’s a full moon, 2.30AM, I can’t sleep, restlessness, night sweats, hairy palms, jeez my toe nails… time for a walk. There are no street lights around here so it’s perfect for lockdown loonies.
Technical note: I had to photoshop all of these as the iPhone renders all images as daylight so, remove yellow, add blue, balance luminance, ignore AI, voila.
