So this day I camped in the woods in Studley Green, between Stokenchurch and West Wycombe. Me and my mate love camping and I used the opportunity to photograph. The first two images of a tarp set up in amongst the ferns and trees early in the morning is compelling to me. In frame the natural wilderness; as opposed to the urban images I have taken leading up to these, touches each edge, this part of the country underneath my feet is composed of chalk and clay, opening up the possibilities for what we know as rare chalky meadows which provide habitat and nutrients for rare orchids and various species of small shrubs and trees, but also certain insects and birds occupy these areas. The Red kite was re-introduced within a couple miles of these locations, a bird seen all around, searching for wildlife.
What really fascinates me when looking at these images, is the imprint I and my friend had visually on the landscape whilst camp was set up, within all of the wilderness there lies a sold block of grey, muted and boring, we have hidden ourselves from nature, or at least the full wrath of the weather. But that was our structure, our house for the night, it kept all of our belongings in and everything we needed to stay alive and occupied, a knife and food and a way of starting a fire for example.
These images and moments show how simple we can live when we take ourselves out of the extreme social situations within the urban landscape.