John Sheldon's photos
30 Mar 2020
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Where does this lead?
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 13.
How do you take your dog home without realising that it is not on its lead?
29 Mar 2020
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Pepper seeds with tomato
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 12.
This was going to be a play on red and green, those famous opposites on the colour wheel. But the result was hideously aggressive so I chose a softer, sepia rendition instead.
28 Mar 2020
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Yellow flower, lost in contemplation
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 11.
The dreamy angle of the flower’s head suggested a low contrast, unsaturated, unsharpened approach.
27 Mar 2020
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Wise Owl says …
… you can always travel to any place in the world with a book.
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 10.
26 Mar 2020
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Greylag geese
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 9.
Graylag geese on Poynton Pond, Cheshire.
26 Mar 2020
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Avenue of lime trees, as the sun goes down
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 9.
An avenue of trees (Lime, I think) in Poynton Park, Cheshire, towards close of day.
26 Mar 2020
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Last year’s beauty
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 9.
Hydrangea and Stonecrop blooms that coloured the garden during 2019.
25 Mar 2020
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One up, one down
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 8.
An area that until 1935 was part of the Vernon Pits in Poynton, Cheshire, part of the area’s 150 year history as a coal-mining settlement. Now it is pasture land for sheep. And the air is good to breath.
25 Mar 2020
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The Gunpowder Shed at Poynton
Chronicle Of Vital Individual Distancing, day 8.
Standing hard and gritty in this soft Cheshire landscape of sheep pasture and trees is the little brick building that was used for storing gunpowder when this area was part of the Vernon Pits – part of Poynton’s 150 year history as a coal-mining settlement. (“In t’olden days this were all mines…”) Mining here ended in 1935 (so no, neither Margaret Thatcher nor Arthur Scargill can be blamed) following a period of decreasing yields and high drainage costs.








