Sunset Tree Meadow | "During hours waiting on the meadows of Bowland, for a hare, the sunset, or just the right cloud formation one can’t help but develop a fascination with grass, its dainty beauty rooted in a common, but never ordinary, existence. What is negligent to one, is an immeasurable expanse to another. Humans, birds, foxes, flies and bugs, we all co-exist, and one would be little without the other.

Maybe the fascination roots in how perception depends entirely on focus, how a minuscule adjustment in position, exposure and aperture can result in a very different image?

And on top of these outlooks through the lens and beyond, every moment gives us varied light conditions above, and time’s passage offers different growth to receive its glow, so no moment, however fleeting, will ever repeat itself." | Buy here