I must have passed this beautiful tree a hundred times, often pre-visualising how I might one day attempt to capture its overwhelming beauty. But I always felt it needed a more appropriate ‘set’, and a talented make-over, in order to facilitate a performance worthy of such an arboreal superstar. On this particular morning, the temperature gauge in the car read minus 16 degrees as I turned the corner to be greeted by this view. The hoar-frost had de-cluttered the scene, and amplified the textural detail; creating this magical transformation, transcending anything I had ever witnessed there before.
I must have passed this beautiful tree a hundred times, often pre-visualising how I might one day attempt to capture its overwhelming beauty. But I always felt it needed a more appropriate ‘set’, and a talented make-over, in order to facilitate a performance worthy of such an arboreal superstar. On this particular morning, the temperature gauge in the car read minus 16 degrees as I turned the corner to be greeted by this view. The hoar-frost had de-cluttered the scene, and amplified the textural detail; creating this magical transformation, transcending anything I had ever witnessed there before.