Winter Morning Light

I have added no photoshop effects to this. This is the image more or less as I took it that cold winter’s morn as the sunlight filtered through the ivy cloaked trees of the woods.

December 2016, local wood, Staffordshire, England.

The Crying Willow

The Old Willow

On the banks of the Great Myree, the old willow, now bent and crooked with age, shed a single tear. It froze one cold winter’s night, and has remained so through summer heat and seasons rainfalls for countless years. Like fossilised amber the tear shall remain as long as the old willow shall stand.

December 2017, Staffordshire England.