Golden Silver

Jason // April 14 // 0 Comments

A lazy sun crept through the drizzly sky to wash the winter from the silvering birches. Deep in the bracken shrouded recesses of the wall a single weasel slotted her snake-body through the labyrinthine crevices in search of the hapless mouse, Jenny wren ticked in alarm from the gritstone cappings.

For me spring begins with the purpling of the birch buds. As the days begin to lengthen the canopy of their woodland takes on a subtle burgundy hue as life inside the buds begins to stir. Gently swaying in the last breeze of winter they prepare to burst wide open, a green peppering atop a delicate forest.

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About the Author Jason

Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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