the built environment #1 : farming remnants

there is something compellingly beautiful about the curves and pits of weathered concrete, especially at the point at which it begins to look like stone. here is a sheep dip being swallowed up by weeds, lichen and moss on private land at the North end, its edge-zone liminality becoming even more borderland as the bush creeps in around it, as a structure it seems the most highly representative of the loss of the ability for farming to happen on the island, and the re-thinking of this as a revenue-making exercise for the island's residents towards more ostensibly sustainable ways of commodifying the land. the re-photographed photograph is of the same site (there is no trace of the fences), and located on the wall of the house directly adjacent to the sheep dip, belonging to direct descendents of the farmers in question, some of which i interviewed about their memories of this history.