Aren't we lucky?
The Hampshire village where I live could hardly be bettered as a place to spend the lockdown. It is very attractive and has a strong community. Most residents are at least comfortably off. Amongst my friends, everyone has a garden and many of these are large. The village has a good variety of easily accessed footpaths. No wonder that conversations about the lockdown usually ended with a remark to effect of "Aren't we lucky?"
But our lives were nonetheless circumscribed, especially early on. We could take only a single hour of exercise a day and it had to be close to our homes.
My lockdown project was to photograph the local footpaths in a way that reflects this situation. The paths are all visually cut off a short way into the pictures.They thus stand as a metaphor for both the limited distance we could travel and the uncertainty over what the future held.
Their titles are based on the official path designations as shown on the Hampshire County Council definitive map.
But our lives were nonetheless circumscribed, especially early on. We could take only a single hour of exercise a day and it had to be close to our homes.
My lockdown project was to photograph the local footpaths in a way that reflects this situation. The paths are all visually cut off a short way into the pictures.They thus stand as a metaphor for both the limited distance we could travel and the uncertainty over what the future held.
Their titles are based on the official path designations as shown on the Hampshire County Council definitive map.
