My daughter is wild – a wild water swimmer and so a New year’s day dip in the lake was just up her street. For me it meant a walkabout and the chance to savour some twig and branch textures in wintry display – without frosting and under a low lit morning sky.
Dedicated to Catherine who has done so much to help me through the tangle of decisions I am having to make.
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Oh how my soul longs to be a wild water swimmer. And oh how my flesh shudders top to toe at the thought of actually doing it. I know one wild water swimmer who becomes utterly euphoric after a dip in the Shropshire hills’ natural reservoirs. These are very atmospheric scenes, Laura.
my body quakes at the merest shiver so this, coupled with aquaphobia, is my worst nightmare and my daughter’s dreamtime! We both enjoyed the atmospheric light though – and it brightened up beautifully as the day wore on
Nice. I think black and white is perfect for winter images reflecting the dark days but showing a glimmer of hope for the days to come with the hazel flowers.
thanks Eileen – I favour black and white photos more often than not and am appreciating the shapes and forms that nature hides when in full summer flourish – I need to look for hope too!