I`ve only ever seen the youtube extract which is a firm favorite of mine.
That`s an interesting comment Steve.
I was going to add to my comment that times had not changed that much down there.
I deleted it because its been a few years since I was last in Devon feared that I was out of date.
I was always a summer visitor but I know ,and its apparent from the photographs ,that the weather can be harsh.
I`d not want to be out and about with a camera like he was at times like that.
One more aspect that Ravilious would have had to overcome was to gain the trust of those he photographed in order to get the results he did. The farming community can be protective of itself and suspicious of anyone pointing a camera. Farming has always had to 'work around' the law here and there (it's not all like that chap Adam's farm on Countrywise!) and I can well imagine that a farmer might worry that any misdemeanours captured for ever on film might find their way to the authorities. The standard joke around here used to be that when the Ministry man came around, a certain number of sheep had to shipped from farm to farm so the count-up in the fields would tally with the number claimed for on the subsidy paperwork!
Yes that is the other aspect that comes over in his work...he gained the trust of the farming community.
I`ll declare my hand here...since retiring I look after my daughters horse and other horses so spend my day on a farm.
Also involved with the local drag hunt.
Grandfather was a farmer so guess there`s a genetic link at work :)
These communities are often as you describe.
Not to long ago I met up with a prof photographer who was attemping to emulate Ravilious and had lined up some possible farms.
He was looking for an introduction but unfortunatley I didn`t know any of the families.
I`m surprised that he got the shots he did.
I don`t think that a street shooting approach would have got him far.
Like your daughter, my sister is very keen (putting it mildly!) on horses, and I'm frequently subjected to long diatribes about how Dobbin's martingale needs adjusting so that his fetlock doesn't develop a bad case of the glanders or something similar. I nod sagely and try to look as if I know what she's on about!