The Petrified Oaks of Mundon, Essex. I remember this being something like -1deg Celsius on this night, I lost contact with my toes at some point through this shoot.The image is stacked of multiple exposures over some 20 minutes, which made the cold even more unbearable, and my toes even more numb.
These oaks are hundreds of years old, petrified. So was I – you have to walk through a graveyard to reach this point.
I think this image for me graphically represents time. The passing of time is noted by the rotation of the earth and the star trails, contrasted against the oaks which have been static for centuries. Having seen many rotations of the earth, they are likely to remain like this and see many more, without care or quantification. This reminds me of a passage from a well-known book I’ve read:
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.”
― Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
I was the only thing in this field (bar my brother) that was focused on the time – as it meant getting back into the warm. All around me however, time was being ignored. The oaks couldn’t have cared less.
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