As spring starts, and before I am taken in by it’s exuberance, I just want to share my winter walks and reflections (literally).
Photography gives me a way to celebrate beauty, to seek it, to loose myself in it. It’s not very sociable as I loose all sense of time and just marvel. It is said that there are two kinds of nature photographer the bum kind and the leg kind. I’m more of the wanderer kind of photographer, I don’t have the patience to sit and wait, I prefer to go and discover. I admire those who wait. But as I tend to capture what is rather than set up things or people- except when I do painting-like photography- I use photography to get me outdoors and actively marvel.
Afterwards I keep very little of what I took, but the ones I keep I want to share. It’s a way to enjoying beauty in the world together and rejoice that each moment is unique but that the next one is possibly just as great.
I had the chance to have walkabouts in Yorkshire and Rutland recently, so here are a few of my finds.