Description
Squeezed between the A2 and the walls of Greenwich Park lies Folly Pond; a largely forgotten and over-looked little body of water. Once a Victorian boating pond frequented by the ladies and gentlemen of Blackheath it has now returned to nature and is populated by ducks, coots, geese and the occasional rat.
The pond is a photographic antihero; a place to make pictures I feel are my own. The trees, reeds and other vegetation around the pond provide a varied backdrop from sparse silhouettes in winter, through vivid spring and summer greens to warm autumnal shades.
The images in this book are not of the pond and its surroundings; they are of the colours, patterns, textures, shadows and reflections these things create – ultimately, they are just of light.
