Where things get a bit weird. Sculpted by the wind, eroded by water flowing and baked by the sun over millennia.
I’m still learning my way around the Semflex and much as I would love to pretend these double exposures were exactly what I had intended, in truth they were by accident. It’s hard, OK? To remember to wind the film on after each shot when you’re not used to it. So there. But often the best truths happen when you are least expecting them. Or at least when you don’t overthink, which I’m horribly prone to do, so I’m de-training myself, much as a rescued greyhound has to have it’s hard-drive rebooted so it will no longer chase cats but give in gracefully to taking things slower and calmer. I’m not chasing cats anymore.