Basildon

Basildon Park in the 1820s.

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On a day that was warmer than expected yet still cool – we had yet to really reach Spring. I was in Basildon Park near Reading. An interesting house used in films that is surrounded by extensive park lands. I wasn’t walking the parks, but did see the house and paid some attention one tree opposite the entrance. It was a tree that was frozen between seasons

There the mummified remains of leaves and old nut cases left over from Autumn and the kind of barrenness of branch that comes only with mid winter intermingled. Yet there was some evidence of new growth as well. It was a tree full of textures that were taking full advantage of silver light. The sun was breaking through thin clouds – giving us a strange bright and pleasant light.

The stage was set for a series of photographs that explored the branches leaves and textures of the tree. I discovered that it was the textures and colours that were created on this day that I was most attracted. That’s how the picture got its name. It was photographing seasonal remnants on a day that itself was quite Winter or Spring. Its the shapes and textures that make it for me in this image.

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