Through The Seasons

I’ve always loved the changing seasons – the hush of winter frost, the muddy joys of spring, the golden lull of autumn, and the bloom of summer. As long as it’s not over 24°C – any hotter and it’s not wise or fair to work a guide dog, when I have one.
Being out in nature, whatever the weather, reminds me how much beauty there is in every shift and cycle. I may not see it all in the usual way, but nature’s got a knack for making herself heard, felt, and occasionally smelled, sometimes from several feet away.
These images are my way of marking time – and remembering the way the years stack up, in a positive way.
Soggy socks are practically part of the uniform in all but high summer, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think Biggie perhaps disapproved of that sometimes though – he wasn’t mad keen on getting his feet wet much of the time. Dear boy.