For me, December has been a month of short days, beautiful low afternoon light, and spectacular sunsets. I find the days of late autumn can be quite gloomy and oppressive, especially here in the north of England, where it starts to go dark in early afternoon on overcast days. This year, however, we’ve been lucky … Continue reading December Landscape: Winter Light
Today is the winter solstice - the shortest day of the year. It’s all downhill to spring from here!
The weather has finally turned cold and bright, and the sky put on a spectacular display both this morning and this evening. We have a weather warning for snow and ice at the weekend, so we’ll see what tomorrow brings.
I usually try to pick a photograph that sums up the month, but this April has seen such dramatic changes in the landscape that it feels impossible to represent it in one image. Instead, I’ve chosen this beautiful, dramatic bank of cloud, which is reflecting the colour of the setting sun. It also features one … Continue reading April Landscape: The End of the Day
January hasn’t been all snow, but we did have a couple of quite heavy falls, the second of which lingered for several days, so I feel justified in choosing this picture as my January landscape. I’d been walking a new route in the countryside around the house, and was nearly home, when I managed to … Continue reading January Landscape: The End of a Snowy Day
A slight misnomer, at this was the sunset last night, but so beautiful I thought it was worth sharing this morning.
We have just returned from a trip to the north of England, which is why I've been very quiet for a while. Amongst other things, we paid a visit to the Angel of the North, the Antony Gormley sculpture near Gateshead. I've seen it many times when driving along the A1, but never actually been up close before. … Continue reading angel of the north
Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. The horizon bleeds and sucks its thumb. The little red thumb goes out of sight. And I wonder about this lifetime with myself, this dream I'm living. I could … Continue reading monday verse: the fury of sunsets