Winters Shapes.
On a bleak winters day, in the cold and grey, taking a walk among trees can be a tonic for the January blues.
Exploring woodlands, they often show us their stories. The landscape, the elements, the characters shaped by these moments and by time. If I’m open enough to observe, be patient, quietly wandering can reveal these little scenes. They are never loud or demanding; just giving a subtle invitation to look closer.
The intrigue, for me, lies in the shapes: a broken trunk, a gnarly root gripping stone, moss stitching itself across fallen bark, light breaking into fragments through leaves. The twisted distorted branches.
Each form feels like a pause in a longer narrative, a brief glimpse of something continuing without the worry for being noticed. The story of the trees. On a grey winters day, in the stillness, the woodland speaks not in words, but in gestures and form, shaped slowly by weather, growth, and decay. It’s the joy as a photographer to notice the changes, finding interest in these simple unassuming places.
What draws your eye when you wander without an agenda?
Many thanks for reading this short thoughts post. As ever it is greatly appreciated. Matt.
Beautiful work as always Matt - I really love that opening image. I find following trees over the years fascinating especially the fallen ones as they break down and finally return to the earth - or sprout new saplings that have seeded in their decaying wood.
Love your work really speaks to me. I love looking at really old tress the different roots coming from them whispers many a story to be told