Images at times speak better than words. Winter is a moment of rest and lethargy for some. Frost is like the blanket that reminds us that deep underground life has stalled but still alive. At times the surface nudges us to look deeper and celebrate the wonders of silence and stillness.

The undergrowth is a world of its own. No matter how short a human is when looking down to the ground we have to crouch and bend. Our feet crunch,squeeze,scruch and step over a world of wonder. In winter a carpet of fallen natural elements cover the busy ground with wonder. Tree trunks show off…