Friday, 22 February 2008

synchronicity


Strange how things sometimes fall into place. Or maybe more accurately how, on occasions, events, senses and surroundings conspire to fit together in a way that seems designed rather than accidental.

This photograph was taken, early one morning last week, from the cliff-top at the edge of my home village.
I was up early to travel fifty miles in the fog and frost for a photographic job. In order to beat the weather, and because I am not hugely familiar with the marshes down towards Beccles I gave myself ample time, and could afford to briefly stop and enjoy the dawn.

Now, getting back into the car I decided I needed a change of music. The particular CD I had in the slot had been spinning away on shuffle for what seemed like weeks, I don't remember what it was, just that I needed a change.
I shoved my hand into the map pocket in the door, and without looking grabbed a home burned compilation, shoved it in and bimbled off into the freezing fog, happily singing along to bits of Led Zeppelin, The Kooks, Frank Sinatra etc.

To cut a long and fairly tedious journey short, I wound my way across country, creeping along Hammer House of Horror country lanes. Finally a bit too lost to keep driving I slid into a gateway to ascertain exactly how long I would be away from home, and whether I would have to eat my own leg........or the very old wine-gums under the seats.

Unfolding the map, and foolishly trying to orientate me with it/it with me, I looked up at the exact moment that an aperture in the freezing candy-floss slid silently open.
Eyes drawn, jaw open, I gawped down a marsh surrounded lane.
Willows like ranks of Grenadiers, their neatly pollarded Bearskins uniformly dropping to the misty limits of my vision, guarding the watery meadows left and right.

I think I said "Oh", just in time for the opening chords of "Cut my Wings", by a grizzled old Hobo called Seasick Steve to burst out of the speakers.

The view suddenly changed in my mind to an imagining of how the rural Southern States , where this music was born, ought to look. Weird, almost an out-of-body experience.
I was kind of staggered, moved to the extent that by the time I got out of the car with the camera to record the moment, the fog/mist/mog?/fist?, mocked me and dropped like a big bag of something heavy. Whump. Gone.

Makes you think.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VavKdmGFXkk&feature

8 comments:

GoneBackSouth said...

Wow. Sounds like you had a real moment. Glad to see you didn't get lost in the marshes.

sally in norfolk said...

I have a liking for the beach huts at wells..... any good photos of them ?????

Manic Mother Of Five said...

Wow - fab photo....

Not going to comment about men and directions......

Adn when did the compilation tape become superceded by the home burnt CD????...... Oh I am getting old...

travelling, but not in love said...

Music and driving - it truly is the best combination.

I was driving across the mountains on Friday night - it was midnight and I was heading back home from Geneva.

The road is a bit crazy and just as I got to the most dramatic bit my I-pod decided to play Glorious by Andreas Johnson (don't know it? bet you do really).

If ever there was a song, scenery and road combination to make you feel like you're in an advert for the latest Jag.

Alas, my car is far from the latest Jag, but the moment was truly Glorious....

knifepainter said...

Gone Back, yes a really strange morning.

I might have something in the archive Sally, stand-by....

Thanks MMoF, I 'burn' my own .....

Hi Travelling, there is something really seductive about the open road and listening to music. Sadly ruined when you put teenagers in the back seats......

travelling, but not in love said...

Ha ha - but surely most things are ruined if there are teenagers in the back seats...?

Swearing Mother said...

A bit of a hill-billy moment there, Knifepainter, or was it just the moonshine?

Loved the video clip, he is one great old feller.

knifepainter said...

TbniL, MOST things are ruined, but sometimes the conversations are great, sometimes just grunts !

SM, you know, I think I would make a good Hillbilly !

Yeah, I bet you could have a really good afternoon by the river with the old feller. Couple of pints and some long tales.