We’ve had a snowy couple of weekends here on Dartmoor. We mostly stayed indoors in the warmth, looking out onto the snowy street and rooftops and beyond to what we could see of the hills.
We ventured out once to see if The Guardian had been delivered to Moretonhampstead. Steve had the chance to wear his new Panama Jack snow boots, purchased a few years ago the last time we had snow.
One evening at dusk, I was lured out by mist from the Wray Valley spreading up out of the river valley and settling down over the fields outside of town.
I stayed out until it was too cold to hold my camera, entranced by tire tracks. Signs of people navigating their way in the snowy landscape.
I posted some of my photos on Facebook and my artist friend John Behm
wrote ‘Franz Kline would know those marks’.