Winters Fingers

From Alfiston to the proud chalk horse, my focus is on the water surrounding me and the visiting birds. Geese spread wings in standing water and the hawthorn berries glow like Christmas decorations.

I sneak through shallow pools and straddle a flooded stream to compose what I imagine is my photo of the day. The colours on the hill are perfect and the sky is far from boring with moody heavy clouds and glimmers of sun.

As I return I stop and stare at this singular tree, all bones and all alone. It grabs my focus and draws me in. It’s so different from the scene behind me, less cluttered, less obvious and more unique.

This became my favourite image from my mornings outing.