Time and change.

Something I’ve come to realise over recent years in my landscape photography is that locations aren’t forever.

I could write a long stream of text… or I could just show you.

‘Between the Trees’ is an autumnal shot I took in 2022. This shot is my personal favourite (don’t tell the others, shhh).

I just love the rich red colour of the leaves, the green trunks, and the yellow, green, and orange leaves above, all surrounding a waterfall cascading over black rocks peppered with those red leaves.

Last weekend, I returned to Healey Dell for the first time in a while, hoping for some autumnal colours like before. It turned out the leaves hadn’t quite turned yet. Then I found… this:

I suppose the leaves are still on the floor… along with the branches and half the tree.

To be fair, a tree had fallen from above my position. In fact, the railing in front of this area was badly bent out of shape and temporarily replaced by that plastic tape they use to cordon things off.

This isn’t the first time a fallen tree has affected a previous location. I’ve encountered the same in Carr Woods and Cheesden Lumb Mill before, and I doubt it will be the last time nature of even humans affect a location.

But I suppose that’s just part of time passing. Nothing lasts forever. Even stars perish eventually.

However, as photographers, that’s why we shoot: we capture a moment in time, preserving it in pixels and ink—an instance that has never been before and will never be again.

Well, the plan to avoid writing a text wall didn’t quite work… ah well. Hopefully see you next month.