It is Winter, outside it's bitter cold with a barren landscape, the harsh darkness and quiet stillness can make this season relentlessly bleak. In January we are in the middle of Winter

As our year begins its decline we are met in nature with an eye line of brilliant reds, rusty oranges, and smokey yellows. The sky in direct contrast is either sharp in blue or brooding with laden clouds. We notice cooler…

I recently read a beautiful quote, a piece written in a newspaper from the American photographer Alec Soth, who was asked about his artistic response to the spread of the coronavirus and lockdown. The image he shared was one of…