The River Rance flows in a wide, shallow loop around the village of Plaisance, as if the village were a head asleep in the crook of an arm. We went down to the river, one afternoon; the day had been hot and Tom and Gabriel were in in a flash.
Stones, fish, and deep tranquil pools kept them happy for what seemed like, and might have been, eternity.
Tom, being Tom, was fearless of course – impervious to the cold, up to his neck in the water, chortling, shouting, and thrashing about like a veritable water-baby.
I love these images – there is something about the golden light, the deep greens and browns, that call for colour. But the black-and-white (as always) offers something different – a more contemplative moment, possibly? These two pictures, by the way, also say something about the two little personalities – Tom, physical, exuberant, Gabriel quieter, more immersed in the moment.