New film – Bev ‘D’ Lydney Harbour – a dredger in motion

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NEW FILM 2021 – BEV ‘D’ LYDNEY HARBOUR

A visual poem, the film has a dreamlike quality, shot at dusk and dawn, when the light shifted softly. A commissioned soundtrack by composer Andrew Heath captures the tone of the activity perfectly.

Lydney Harbour hasn’t been dredged for over twenty years. Bev D was filmed there before and after Christmas 2020, just before hide tides. My eye was drawn in by the elegance of this huge, heavy, dredging machine – the slow nature of her movement – accompanied by the clicks and clacks of her actions.

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When You Call I Shall Come film – one year on

It is nearly a year since I filmed the footage of the Spring Bore at the start of the covid19 pandemic. There were no surfers, few other viewers. Just me and the Severn. It was very poignant, a privilege. Next week I shall film again, haunted by the memory of that unique moment in time. And look forward to seeing people surfing the wave again.

Since then the film has been selected for EarthPhoto2020 (Royal Geographic Society & Forestry Commission) from over 3k submissions. It was also selected for RWA Open 2020. Sadly, the pandemic has prevented it from being seen in gallery contexts.

I watch it again now and it is mournful and thoughtful. Ahead lay a year that would witness the NHS’s unerring ability to answer our calls when we needed them. Despite government cuts and chaotic advisories/rules. At the time of filming it was unimaginable that the pandemic would still be rife. We have come along way and time has disappeared.

The hope is that those beautiful dawn choruses we heard, unimpeded by traffic sounds, will be remembered when we discuss climate change and environments. And that our nurses and hospital staff receive a fair wage for their invaluable part of helping us through which, for many, will possibly have been the worst year of their life.

Meanwhile, have a watch and enjoy the voice of singer Eva Rune as she calls in the bore.

Visioning in a pandemic

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staring into white space
waiting
i see a circle
in the sky
start to emerge
then fade away
i’m watching
slow breathing
the whiteness
blocking my ability to think
the tide coming in
and going out
things float across my vision
my eye keeps returning
to the white
and the yellow
oh so slightly
yellow circle
that i keep thinking
i can see
but then can’t
birds call in the dawn
getting louder with hope
for a new day
then dip into silence
muttering at its absence
the future
in a whiteout
is clouded
the past
a smudge on a surface
drawing on water
the sun doesn’t rise
the river flows both ways
waiting
just waiting
for something
to change

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‘between’ a new film on a day of conflicts and tensions

Today is an in-between day

In the USA the left and the right fight it out (literally it appears); in the UK we await our 2nd lockdown tomorrow; autumn sunshine – winter chill

Neither here nor there

The River Severn continues to flow

Soon what is in front of us, will be behind us

It’s just a matter of time

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Out of Control

For Brexit, taking back control was the plan

Handbrake off, heading for brick wall

No seatbelt

Out of control Is where we are with Covid

Handbrake snapped, heading for cliff edge

Inefficient testing

A government hoist by its own petard

Disregards laws, driven by a charlatan whose arrogance

Is beyond our control

No PPE can protect this countries lungs

Or ours. Infected by viral lies, divisiveness

And incompetence

REACHING SATURATION POINT

Listening to the weather when I awake

It is unsettled and petulant

With a grey moody texture

Swishes of tyres, squelching of feet

The soundtrack of recent weeks

Puddles become pools become rivers

Heavy grey skies mirrored in a spectacular waterland

As far as the eye can see

Water defies boundaries, bursts banks, streams over bridges

Natures rule book sodden then swept away

Trees dance thrash then snap

Wrenched from the earth by turbulent storms

We have slipped, fallen, gone under

Into the depths of climate change

Yet still we build build build on flood plains

Our infrastructure crumbles

A saturated honeycomb of potholes 

A lonely island with fractures and fissures

In a state of collapse

We must listen to this saturated land

Foxes

I saw the old fox in his den
in hiding with his family
around him
fragile and unsteady
with a long past behind
he sees no future
yet is content in that knowing
his fear is limited by
brief time remaining

I saw the young fox cub
basking in the sun
alone
fragile and unsteady
with no past to guide him
his future unscripted
yet his fear tells him
he must run to escape
from me