Giles Watson's poetry and prose
The River Ock: A Stone Embankment
LONGCOT WALK: 2
Soon, I am standing on a wooden bridge, craning my neck so that I can appraise the monitor on my camera. The omnipresent barbed wire stands in my way, but I realise it is starting to form a part of my aesthetic of the river. The barbed wire turns the Ock into a liminal space, where humans and their domestic animals enter only by transgression. An old stone wall - built perhaps to prevent the Ock from overspilling into the neighbouring field, or perhaps as a support for a bridge long gone - has been reclaimed by moss.
FOR A CUMULATIVE PHOTO ESSAY, SEE THE 'RIVER OCK' SET ON MY PHOTOSTREAM.
The River Ock: A Stone Embankment
LONGCOT WALK: 2
Soon, I am standing on a wooden bridge, craning my neck so that I can appraise the monitor on my camera. The omnipresent barbed wire stands in my way, but I realise it is starting to form a part of my aesthetic of the river. The barbed wire turns the Ock into a liminal space, where humans and their domestic animals enter only by transgression. An old stone wall - built perhaps to prevent the Ock from overspilling into the neighbouring field, or perhaps as a support for a bridge long gone - has been reclaimed by moss.
FOR A CUMULATIVE PHOTO ESSAY, SEE THE 'RIVER OCK' SET ON MY PHOTOSTREAM.