“The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like cuttlefish spurting out ink…politics (itself) is a mass of lies, evasions, folly, hatred, and schizophrenia.”

George Orwell wrote that in his essay Politics and the English Language. It’s one reason I dislike so called politics: the toxic rhetoric which distorts, avoids, manipulates, slants, and lies. This in turn is one reason I take to the hills – to escape such nonsense, and photograph places which remind me of another kind of universe. Black and white pares your picture back to tones, textures, shapes. Mountains are an antidote to cant.


Lake District Photography: Striding Edge Light

Monday November 26, 2012