A Rural Idyll: Friday March 12th 2011

Sunrise

I got up at 4.30 to watch the sun rise at the Priory stone.

Transcribed from my notebook

Reappearance.
How memories sometimes surface unbidden.
The landscape as a depository for memory.
Escape.
Is there any such thing?
A small unknown place on the map suddenly becomes a place of significance.
Ancient, buried histories.
Peace, tranquillity.
Violence, conflict.
Europe in ruins.
A haven.
Isolation.
A metaphor for memory.
Tears, stains synonymous with memory.
A map of the interior.
The countryside around is synonymous with one man.
A rebel.
A solitary.
We see the landscape around through Constable’s eyes.
A kind of clarity – to be able to see the sun rise at one end of the escarpment and set at the other.  The brightness of the stars in the sky at night.

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2 thoughts on “A Rural Idyll: Friday March 12th 2011

  1. Hi Mich,

    I’ve really enjoyed your Rural Idyll posts and am only sorry I won’t get to the exhibition.

    During your week at Dodnash I was just north of the Brecon Beacons, and seeing your photos brought back something of my own observations of that time when the natural world begins to wake from the its winter slumbers / rebirth…. and the feelings and impressions it draws out.

    Deepthi

    1. Hi Deepthi

      Thanks for your message and very sorry you won’t be able to make the show. Really pleased you have enjoyed the blog, have also done a book as a result of my stay at Dodnash so will show you one day I hope. Yes, it really is a wonderful time of year, must have been great in Wales.
      Hope to see you soon.

      XMich

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