Cornwall
A year ago today my Mum and I moved to Cornwall. We started off living in a rental property while house and van hunting. At the end of the road there was an incredible, scarred landscape, dotted with the ruins of the Cornish mining industry. It was like nowhere else I’d seen to the point that some of it looked alien.
After months of walking around it I took my Hasselblad with me and tried to capture the scars and life growing from them. I love the richness of this image, the golden summer light and lush purple contrasting with the chemical infected water and ruined towers. Its one of my most recent photographs and one I’m really happy with.
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(Note: Every Thursday I share a photograph from my archives, along with a few words about the image. I hope you enjoy them.)