On holiday with the family in June i was surrounded by potato fields. The plants were at the stage of being big enough to merge along the (roughly parallel) rows but not between. The rows curved and danced over the contours so that as you passed there was a continuously changing perspective. The hills themselves formed folds and shadows, and there was magical light through the trees.....
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AuthorI am indulging my passion for ceramics by undertaking studies for an MA at UCLAN Archives
August 2021
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