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Lockdown took its toll on everyone and we all reacted in very different ways. One of the activities that helped me cope was the cutting of a flowering limb from a tree, taking it into the studio and recording its demise.

To clarify, this limb was originally attached to a bird cherry in our garden, and the reason for its lopping was that it had grown into the fruit cage below it. As the burden the branch had to bear became greater as its buds fattened and burst into bloom, it began to scrape the nylon netting, which wouldn’t have ended well for either the flowers or the cage.

Not in the habit of removing flowers from their parent plants, my guilt (you can take the boy out of the Catholic Church…) dictated that I pay some respect to their beauty.

Clamping the stub-end of the branch in my ‘Record’ vice and setting the arrangement against a creased (de-creasing as time passed) backdrop, I set up my Bronica SQ-a medium format camera on the tripod and recorded the inevitable effects of gravity and transpiration over the course of seventeen days. Now there’s a Zen paradox. Or maybe there isn’t.

Want to make haiku

But seventeen photographs

Is not enough to