A crippled ash tree marking the end of a ditch in an overly large winter wheat field uphill from the Vale of Catmose to the ridge of Market Overton, the village where I lived for a year. Everyday photographs taken from December 2018 to November 2019 of a lonely figure standing in an endless-looking landscape, perpetually altering due to the sun, the wind, the rain, and the clouds. The solitude of nature.
December 2018
January 2019
February 2019
March 2019
April 2019
May 2019
June 2019
July 2019
August 2019
September 2019
October 2019
November 2019
