This a storybook from today’s shooting, the 1st February. If the weather was trying to mirror my mood today it succeeded. Everything was pigeon grey, constant rain, very few glimpses of light. A wintry dose of pathetic fallacy.

There was a thick, end-of-times mist in the morning though. There was beauty in that and the strange shadows and shapes it created.

These shots are in chronological order and take you from sunrise to dusk.

‘Mesolithic Mast’

I secretly worship this mast. It stands sentry through some pretty biblical weather and always maintains this stately, jurassic pose.

A structure that will outlive the cockroaches, emerging proudly from the British jungle. I hoping one day, if I’m lucky, to get a shot of the sun balancing on its tip, like a steampunk seal doing tricks at Seaworld.

‘Mist Birds’

I got a bit lucky here. I was trying to frame the triple cloud colour palette and waiting for them to neatly align, when these birds sauntered past.

‘Doom Sky Farm’

‘Moss Wood’

‘Bleak Berries’

I was flagging at this point. I was beginning to wonder if the world had turned a green and grey but the burst of colour from these rain-drenched berries give me a lift.

‘Path of the Dead Leaves’

The ‘finding colour in the murk’ theme continued. I’ve walked past these bright, rusty leaves a few times now. They have a glow to them at certain times of day which I’ve tried to capture at a wide aperture.

‘Lady of the Wood’

A bump of euphoria at the end of the day. I love these finding strange, accidental etchings in nature.

Lady-shaped moss in a sea of decomposing leaves.

‘Cortical Branches’