The rusty tones of autumn last long after the season of life ended for this fallen birch tree. Deep in the imagination inspiring woodland of Bole Hill Quarry.
I never intended to be blue
View from Cat Bells towards Grisedale Pike overlooking the rolling hills around Newlands Valley. This landscape always feels like home.
A classical countryside scene on the farmland around Bamford which summarises in a simple image the entire British Countryside.
The lakeland location which always sticks in my mind is Catbells. Be it the view from across Derwent Water and it's familiar friendly outline or the view up to it's main summit from the path along it's ridge. I first came here in around 1989 I guess so it's no wonder my bond to it is a strong as the rocks it is made of.
A reflecting tree along the River Trent at Fiskerton, Nottinghamshire. How does it sit so still and yet with so much motion simply trying to make it's way through the winter.
Wild flower garden at The Trentham Estate in Staffordshire.
Buttercup emotions around the way.
The clearing mist unviels the rolling landslip around Mam Tor as a lone figure emerges along the ridge. The landscape as the artist of atnosphere.
Beautiful light at a beautiful sight from the perspective of a drone flight.
There are few better sights for the eyes than the combination of frost and mist all around.
Frost tipped grasses and silver birch of Lawrencefield. Stillness and motion.
An aerial perspective on the cold beauty of Jökulsárlón Ice Lagoon in Iceland. The patterns in the distant mountain align to the texture of the grit lines in the ice. The ice takes the form of small mountains concealed below the deep blue waters. A magical winter land which proves our imagination exists somewhere.
So much flamboyant beauty but only one flower draws the attention.
Hodge Close Quarry in the Lake District near to Tarn Hows and Holme Fell. This scene reminded me of Chinese artwork and bonsai. Taken on my first visit to this eery spot in the Lake District. The light mist created a calm atmosphere as the depth of the quarry felt as though it was sucking you down from the edge.