I have a particular love of images which hold on to a sense of time having passed. A small shadow of the past. The old fence running down into the misty, frozen waters, with the little tufts of grass and water borne weeds wrapped around the jaggy bits, suggesting a tale of ever changing water levels, has that sense of a transient and ever changing lansdcape which fascinates me.

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