Rural landscape photography is a study in unhurried things: a fence doing nothing for eighty years, hay drying at its own pace, a lane that bends around a tree because someone, generations ago, declined to cut it down. Nothing in these frames has ever heard of a deadline.
The pictures here were gathered at the soft hours — early smoke over rooftops, late gold on stubble fields, the blue minute after sunset when farmhouse windows switch on one by one.
City screens fill with countryside wallpapers for the same reason city shelves fill with novels: not to escape a life, but to remember there are other clocks.
