Winter is a time that has much appeal, it is also a time that brings much hardship. It is a time that sparks our memory and plays with our senses. When we feel it we remember. The bite of a cold morning wake up, the mysterious hanging mist, the richness and warmth that is brought by the sunrise and then the setting of the sun, a ball of fire that warms the earth then disappears below the skyline and with it brings the darkest, coldest night. Winter is a time where animals spend much of their time in search of vital resources like water and food. There is no rainfall and the grass is brittle and dry.
Winter for me is a time of colour and light. The caramel grass and burnt orange teak leaves, the shades of rust, copper, gold and brass, the rich golden morning light and the pale blue skies. A withdrawn sunset that fills the sky with a palette of colours only the naked eye can behold and cherish. Once you have managed to deal with the icy cold mornings and open your mind to what can be achieved, winter is the most amazing space.