I hunger for freedom. That is one part of why I walk the hills. I want a location not in a house, street, car, job, city, but something bigger. In his book Thirteen Moons Charles Frazier writes “Maybe it is only that we are so habitually inattentive that when some rare but simple geometry grabs us by the shoulders and shakes us into consciousness, we call our response sacred” (97).

The geometry of the hills is part of their attraction. I usually describe space rather than shape as the main pleasure of the hills. We experience spatial freedom with beneficial psychological effect. The space is actually a shape with finite edges. It’s another limit, but freer than the city.

This photograph is not my usual style. I dismissed it initially, then looked again. It’s puzzling sometimes when you look at other people’s photographs. You like them, don’t understand their thinking, and a mystique arises and a feeling they are a ‘good photographer’. The mystique is important. If you don’t feel it, you will think their pictures are no different to yours.


Lake District Walking: Maiden Moor to Helvellyn

Thursday March 12, 2015