Boughton Scrub Part 1 (2020)


Late yesterday afternoon we found an extraordinary place, an improbable paradise of colour, texture and impressionist sensorial pleasure… in spitting distance of a sewage plant! I suspect we might have been engaging in some light trespassing, but the lure of the rust-red veination of the dock leaf flowers against the brushwork of the tall grass was too alluring! Vase-shaped thistle flowers peppered the view with constellations of purple, and the air was alive with bees, butterflies and the chatter of goldfinches. This unseen, overlooked field on the edge of more practical spaces was swooningly beautiful, and my camera, glutton that it is, gobbled up the landscape and couldn’t stop. More to follow!



15 thoughts on “Boughton Scrub Part 1 (2020)

  1. Oh, Phil, the complaisance of image.
    That dehiscence of the blush along that multi-phased architecture of light. I can only image the rustle, right? Whenever a sheet of wind fondles the dryness. Such a subtle, limpid photographic mind, you have.

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  2. Hey Phil – there are SO MANY MORE!!! It was honestly a magical place – the colours were unbelievable and the whole vista untouched and going unnoticed. You would have whipped out your artist’s smock and set up a residency there! And paint away, mister – they’re all yours X

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  3. Wonderful! Swaying grass in wind teaches me to dance in one spot. They’re beautiful photos Phil, capturing the colour and sound of it all. I’m with João-Maria in delight (but I personally would have it with Joep! – just the bees and breeze…)

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  4. Thank you – though I take no credit for the colour – in fact I’m not sure any photograph could capture what it was like out there yesterday. It will sound like hyperbole I’m sure, but it was utterly thrilling somehow! Like a sugar-rush 😀

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  5. Phil I think you are a 21 century Van Gogh, a digital camera rather than paint, but the colour values are all there!

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  6. You know what? I just wish I was a painter really – to get these down on a physical bit of board, to bring it away from the digital. If I had oodles of £££ I’d just like to get one of these printed on a big sheet of lovely thick paper, get it dry mounted onto board perfectly, and then see if the painterly effects stand-up to real world scrutiny.

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