I unravel the change-bag and kneel down.
Tracing the ebbs and flows of Caburn in the
distance I begin the familiar process of removing
the exposed film and replacing it with the new.
I had come here to make a specific picture
but a chance encounter had led to a
sudden change of plan.
One by one they dot the landscape, guarding
the empty field like knights ready for battle.
Forgetting the figure directly behind me
I turn and nearly lose my head.