The Crofters were just preparing for a minor expedition when I came across them the other day. Emily had decided the sheeps needed feeding so Mum got her up in her modern sedan chair, sorted Dad out with some food in buckets and off they went. The sun was shining and a little warmth bathed them as they sauntered down the field to the sheeps.
Oh, how lovely it was. Emily smiled and pointed the way for Mum and Dad.
Of course Emily was right, the sheeps found and fed and the sun enjoyed.
I gave a little talkette at the local arts centre recently using images from series. It was not my finest hour but I may just show you some of the images I used.
When I started this odyssey some years ago - for a six month spell initially, I was heavily influenced as I have said before by the great images of James Ravilious. Sadly my work does not even come close !
Did I tell you The Crofter has sheeps? No? Well he does have some sheeps. Seems like thousands of the black spooky looking things from somewhere weird - ah yes, The Hebrides - are running round the place.
Stalked this one on the beach field doon the road. Came up on her all quiet like and shot her. With my minolta camera - what do you take me for??
On the Isle of Lewis off the west coast of mainland Scotland lies a croft inhabited by an English off-comer. His Mum and Dad live nearby and help him run the croft. This is a photographic record of their lives as it unfolds.