Very often the story seems to be about big skies and landscapes with people drawn small against them...
This shoot in the borderlands of Wales and England is, I'm told, how things used to be: small and sociable, farmers and friends; more about good company, the weather, and the countryside of a handful of neighbouring parishes than it is about anything else.
From October to February, the drives beat the hedgelines, copses, coverts, and dingles, and the guns prick the winter skies with their shot, but with none of the noise of money that can attend upon larger, commercial operations. My own shots, meanwhile, aim to capture not just something of the characters, the faces, the progress and pattern of the morning, but to set them among the colours and wider pattern of the countryside, too – very often the story seems to be about big skies and landscapes with people drawn small against them.
This collection – which is part of a wider project in the region – is very much a work in progress, with words and captions to follow, but here're some of the early shots...