This a storybook from today’s shooting, the 1st February. I was feeling low. If the weather was trying to mirror my mood it succeeded. Everything was grey, the rain constant, the day short. A healthy, wintry dose of pathetic fallacy.

There was a mist this morning though, and there was beauty in that, in the strange shadows and shapes it revealed.

These are in chronological order and take you from sunrise to dusk. The burst of colour when I came across the rain-drenched berries, the bright, rusted leaves and the lady-shaped moss gave me a little ping of damp euphoria.

‘Mesolithic Mast’

‘Mist Birds’

‘Doom Sky Farm’

‘Moss Wood’

‘Bleak Berries’

‘Path of the Dead Leaves’

‘Lady of the Wood’

‘Cortical Branches’