Bottisham Lock 1st December 2016. Cold, frost fringed leaves on the ground and fields faded to grey. Bottisham Lode iced over; mute swans uproot reeds searching for food in their small patch of water. Black headed gulls ‘kwarr’ angrily; grey herons sail by silently on outstretched wings. Dogs bark in the distance.
The sun rises, red, orange, yellow, white, bringing light and a little warmth. It’s photogenic: click, click, click, but the results are too obvious, too familiar, too lurid, the stuff of cheap post cards. File ‘f’ for failure. I aim for something subtler.
Photos: Bottisham Lode, Cambs. 161201