A surprise cold snap back in early March brought about lovely frosty winter conditions. Soft light and mist combined together beautifully under the pinkish hues of the hidden rising sun. The only thing to decide was were to go. My indecisive mind wouldn’t quite land on a favoured spot so I drove around feeling a little anxious as the unexpected conditions of the morning evolved. My drive eventually brought me to a moorland area covered in an icy hoarfrost.
A Winters Morning.
At first my mind wandered wondering If I had chosen the right place, imaging what it would be like in one of the many other places I could have chosen. I have leant more and more that once accepting the decision always quietens the mind and leads to being more productive and creative. Its easy said then done however!
Little and large.
Hoar frost on the moors.
A couple of enjoyable hours led to making a series of images. Once in the flow of photography I really enjoy having this time to observe. Removing the pressure of place we settle into our surroundings and become curious to the details. We can walk and observe, breathe the air and listen to the sounds. I find this all helps to create and produce work. These images are meant to be seen as a collection rather than as individuals, and I find that I learn a lot on these little outings into nature. I look back and they are wonderful memories of a winters morning.
Ice patterns.
The Meeting.
Mind the gap.
Cling to.
Amongst the trees.