Calista Collins. Tredegar
P h o t o g r a p h y
"The first image that enters my mind when I think about my hometown, especially after being away for a while, is the landscape. Cloudy cold days walking through the forest near my house with my family, which are towered by pine trees, stepping through small streams (created by our usual rainy days) slowly running down the mountains that form our valley, and hearing the melancholic but spine-tingling Bird of Prey calls. The air is somehow fresher than anywhere else, the green somehow greener, and the moon brighter due to no artificial light within the forest.
The second thought I have is the town itself, meeting up with old friends and picking up where we left off as if we haven’t not seen each other for months. Packed into cosy (bordering on stuffy) pubs on cold nights, talking to people from school and always hearing ‘you sound different’ as if they’d expect you to not have changed within the 5+ years you have had no contact with them.
The cold crisp air and the warm friendly people are my first thoughts when thinking of my hometown."
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