15th April 2015
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Our Debra has been using instant film to photograph this barn since at least October of 2012. I don’t know how many photos there are — dozens, I’m sure. I’m completely smitten with…well, with everything about this project. The barn itself, of course, but also the instant film and those black-faced sheep and the hills and the trees. And, of course, the delicious contradiction between the instant gratification of the film and the steadfast stability of the barn.
With every new photo I briefly revisit a fantasy in which I’m having a sort of picnic in that field with a woman who might be named Tuppence who’d serve me potted meats (whatever those are) and we’d read the poetry of Sara Teasdale (and yes, I know, she’s American but Teasdale sounds so perfectly British, so the poetry would have a British accent), and there’d be a locally-brewed ale served with some ridiculous-smelling cheese with a name of at least five syllables. Brillchestermontford, maybe, or Barkwoodhamdale Blue. The sheep would cluster in appealingly picturesque clumps (just as they do in Debra’s photographs), and although the sky would be dramatic, the world would remain dry until after Tuppence had packed up the picnic and we were safe and warm inside the Austin Healey Jaguar Bentley, at which point there would come soft rains.
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
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