One windy Saturday morning in October, our group of five went on a walk along the South Downs way to Cuckmere Haven and back again.
I decided to investigate this particular feeling of “not belonging culturally” to the place you were born, which is somewhat of a paradox.
Now, I can only see a completely different meaning in it and that’s never happened before. I’ve always been a little uncertain about the recurring birds in my work since Coalville Photographed, now I’m starting to think the birds are telling me something.
This week’s inspiration from Masato Ninomiya