I spent some time processing this image, staring intently at the screen, trying to decide how best to render it. Then I suddenly realised that I could see the shape of a ghostly face peering down over the centre of the stone circle. Once seen, this spooky apparition became impossible to ignore and had a profound effect on how I finally decided to render the image, in black and white, with liberal dodging and burning, a mournful dark palette and an intentionally heavy dark vignette. My romantic metaphor is that this is the face of a genius loci, the guardian spirit of these mystical stones, ‘The Spirit of Castlerigg’.
I spent some time processing this image, staring intently at the screen, trying to decide how best to render it. Then I suddenly realised that I could see the shape of a ghostly face peering down over the centre of the stone circle. Once seen, this spooky apparition became impossible to ignore and had a profound effect on how I finally decided to render the image, in black and white, with liberal dodging and burning, a mournful dark palette and an intentionally heavy dark vignette. My romantic metaphor is that this is the face of a genius loci, the guardian spirit of these mystical stones, ‘The Spirit of Castlerigg’.