I always notice pools for photography. Occasionally I think it’s a kind of cheat if the pool is isolated and uncharacteristic. You suggest an area is like this, when in fact it’s not. There are a few of these pools scattered along Rhinog Fawr and Fach. In Spring 2013 one of them held a large quantity of Bogbean flowers. It was late in the year, almost the calendar summer, but winter was peculiarly protracted. I’m not sure if technically they are summer flowers. It was startlingly pretty for such a rough and wild location. They’re like orchids. I saw them too at a lake down at Cwm Bychan. I look forward to the Bogbeans 2015. I’m no fan of winter. I heard an interesting idea about environmental conditioning. African people are different to Caucasian people both physically and mentally. The former is obvious but the latter provokes howls of politically correct nonsense. I’ve no time for it. Public discourse is often little more than dumb political maneuvering with little reference to truth. I know how the latter word is similarly castigated and my reply is with reference to a phrase I’ve recently seen: “the repressed conditions of knowledge” citing a book called Stupidity by Avital Ronell.
Cold north European winters wired us for delayed gratification. We had no choice. We had to plan for food, shelter, and the return of spring. I prefer Spanish blue skies and the warm Mediterranean temperament. DH Lawrence and EM Forster escaped Britain for such places, Alfred Steiglitz went to New Mexico. I detest British winter gloom. Days and weeks pass when I want to walk but can’t because of the weather. I had three weeks at spring 2014, hoping for Scotland. The weather was dismal and my free time was wasted. I read reports of people who do venture into rain, cold and cloud and it confirms my choice. I acknowledge however, hostile weather turns us towards a mental life. You have to read, do something, when sensory conditions are foul.
Snowdonia Photography: Rhinog Pool
Friday December 26, 2014