When Winter Comes Howling In
Mid-January at the Hole of Horcum on the North Yorkshire Moors. Snowfall has approached steadily from the north west and is now swirling around this vast bowl, 400 feet deep and three quarters of a mile across.
As I park by the roadside at the top, there is only one other car, the owners of which appear and quickly depart, heading downhill towards the safety of Pickering a few miles away.
My gamble is that the road will stay relatively clear and the path down into the Hole won't be icy, and I head off, aiming for the woodland that lines the Hole's vertiginous sides.
At a fork in the path I pause to peer into the distance, straight into the swirling snow, and realise that the path, the trees, the snowfall obscuring the horizon - all of this needs to be photographed. Only quickly.
Three handheld shots later, two of which were blighted by snowflakes on the lens, and I was off again, taking the lefthand fork in the path, across the Hole and into the woodland beyond.
You'll find a few of these moody, monochrome shots elsewhere on my website. I like the atmosphere snow creates, particularly when, like this, it's beginning to obscure the view, adding grainy streaks across the sky.
Camera settings: Nikon D850, Nikon 24-70mm lens at 28mm; 1/60 second at f/7.1, ISO 64