About the collection:
Montpelier, Isle of Man 2006
I'd seen this stand of trees and abandoned farm house in the hills and valleys of the Isle which drew me out and over the country lanes to find it again as the morning dawned. On arriving, the rising sun shone under the clouds for the briefest moment and then the fog rolled in overhead.
Who lived here? Why is this abandoned? It was a fine farm judging by the stone fences and stretch of land they enclosed, now falling to ruin in the morning mists. One can imagine the fire lit, the animals lowing in the corrals and fields, and the noises of peoples taking care in their moment. The remains of this properity now return to the world around them: quiet, spent, still beautiful in loneliness.
I left as rain began to thunder.
- Godfrey
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