The Return of The Light

As I make my way up the slope between a watching avenue of old oaks and sycamores there’s a real bite to the air. Persistent rain has forced the ground to swell like a sponge and leak out rivulets that race down newborn gullies and channels.

This morning I had to drag myself out of bed. Even now as I walk under the bare canopy of winter trees a part of me wishes I’d stayed in that warm room, swaddled by darkness, under the heavy blankets, fondly aware of Nicola’s breathing presence next to me.


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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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