Wye, Kent, UK.
I discovered this tree in a secluded frost-pocket close to the River Stour in Kent on a stunning February morning. It wasn’t alone - there were others in the field - but it was a distant from them, and its solitary nature really spoke to me. The frost was still thick on the ground as the sun’s watery rays burst through the clouds. It’s rare for me to shoot into the sun, but on this occasion I was drawn by the long shadows thrown by the trunk and how the sunlight cut shapes through the rising fog.