I moved to a rural area twenty years ago, and one of the ways I came to feel fully at home here (if I quite do) was by getting intimate with its nature. And that only really began to happen when I turned my lens on the details.
Fruiting moss on a dead log, in a nearby wood.
These Small Explosions
I went up Gallow Hill on a misty December afternoon shortly after it had been clear-felled, and this is what I saw.
The sun sets on the 2015 Wigtown Book Festival, viewed from one of the many wild places on the edge of town.