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Releases July 2025
FIELD NOTES 080
32 pp / 190 x 230mm
Staple Bound
Fedrigoni paper
First edition of 100
FN080
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The Frith Fields – Journal Extracts
17 January
Back at the fields today, there is a sharp frost and low winter sun. I don’t know how to photograph this place. I have been drawn to wilder places, of sky and water and reflection. Before me is a farmed landscape, rolling hills, meadow, hedges, where the human impact is so entirely evident. I decide to walk the three fields and get to know them a little. The bottom field is where I’m drawn. It feels wilder than the others, with bedraggled hedges and a stand of thick blackthorn rising up on the north facing boundary. The woody structures of the field margins capture my interest, there are skeletal seedheads white with frost, some stands of blackthorn and bramble, and the woods rising on the opposite hillside. I make my way back up the hill, cold now, I take refuge in the cottage, make tea, look through Emma’s many books on meadows and warm up. Later I revisit the running field, enchanted by the animal shelter in the southernmost corner.
7 April
I am out early; this is the light and weather that will bring the fields to life. When I arrive at 8am, there is a mist rising out of the valley, sun touching the treetops causing the frost to evaporate. It is dramatic, but transient, as I head down the hill chasing the mist, making pictures as I go, it disappears. I walk with Matt, who looks after the meadows with Emma, he tells me he saw a stoat yesterday, hunting a young rabbit and then dragging its outsized kill across the fields.
21 June
A visit to the fields on the solstice, high summer, dogrose in the hedgerows, flowering abundance in the fields. There are nettles in flower, and the seedheads of meadow salsify are everywhere. I pick some to examine and perhaps photograph later. I chat with Emma, who tells me that early that morning with the field back lit with low sun, the seedheads took on the appearance of a mist hovering just above the ground. Later I chat to Matt, who always has a wealth of observations about the meadow wildlife to share. We wander over to the corrugated iron sheets lying in the long grass, warming in the sun, providing a haven for native reptiles, particularly slow worms. Matt lifts the metal sheet to see if we can get a glimpse, immediately 3 or 4 shining brown forms dart off into the long grass, almost impossible to catch with a camera.
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FIELD NOTES is a series of affordable zines showcasing photography projects which explore our relationship with 'place'.