A Desperate Confidence
The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last – the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Photograph taken near Daisy Hill, Morley, West Yorkshire, April 2014. I’ve long been obsessed with this absolutely non-descript piece of landscape that sits overlooked and forgotten between forlorn farmland, railway tracks and housing estates, and I don’t really know why. I do remember using this as my shortcut when I was on the dole in the Autumn and Winter of 1986, when I used to spend my days in Morley Library, reading anything that caught my eye, and making up for the spectacular failure of my secondary school education. Trudging along this path in the mist and rain, something must have seeped into my senses that has never left me.