 The roots of a fallen tree are wrapped in strips of black velvet causing intrigue, rumour and suspicion amongst locals. In the small Northumberland community where I grew up I unintentionally attracted the attention of the police who investigated the woods and questioned neighbours due to fears that the wrapped roots were a curse on the landowner. In a fitting conclusion these rumours came to me through my family, my roots. Back to Gallery |
Roots 2005
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