JANUARY 2025 · GROUNDED
Dark rides.
Bristol, England
A coniferous plantation somewhere in Bristol. Tall pines, planted close. The canopy seals above them and light reaches the floor only in gaps — pale patches on the path, brief and irrelevant. The trunks are straight, dark, repetitive. They converge toward a point somewhere ahead.
The paths through the plantation are rides — clearings cut for forestry access. Wide enough for machinery. The name fits the atmosphere.

I walked in with the camera looking for the point where the trees became pure structure. Where the individual trunks disappeared into pattern. The path winding between mature conifers, moss-covered ground, dappled light barely surviving the descent from the canopy. A branch draped in moss in the foreground, the forest continuing behind it, soft and receding.
The darkness is the subject.
Bristol — January 2025

Fallen branches collect on the floor. The understory has almost nothing — too dark for most things to grow. Evergreen shrubs where a gap lets some light through. Moss on the ground, persistent. Deadwood. The vertical columns of trunks determining everything: what the light does, what survives, what the photographs look like.

One path winds through and disappears. The pines go with it, receding in both directions, getting smaller, the light not improving.

The darkness is the subject. Not threatening — just present, structural, total.





