I love to walk in the winter light. I love the way the sun transforms things by glancing rather than illuminating. . .
. . . making long shadows.
Light brings the landscape back to life in the declining part of the year.
In the winter light, you can appreciate the truly heroic form of trees. . .
. . . and those of lone fishermen.
. . . enjoy the colour of a cow’s russet pelt . . .
. . . and crows against the quiet fire of an early evening sky.