The Seasons

Life can be boring and mundane without variety. Love it or hate it, our weather in the UK has plenty of variety and we describe it as ‘seasonal’ – although often we complain it is unseasonal too. With the changing of the seasons, our landscape is never static and can seldom be described as boring or uninteresting. For a photographer there is always something new to find, and each season brings its own particular pleasures; not just in the broad sweeps of landscape but in the detail whose changing beauty can be easily missed.



Spring is my favourite season. There is an air of expectation as nature goes through its familiar pageant of regeneration. It’s all the more stunning because it is in such sharp contrast to Winter. There are vibrant colours, translucent greens, and the return of warmth and sun. Our spirits lift. Crocuses and snowdrops, then daffodils, and finally bluebells bloom at our feet, while above us the fresh leaves of spring unfurl – in every shade of green, and other colours too. Not forgetting Blossom of course.



After Spring, Summer in the UK can often be a disappointment. Strong colours define Spring and Autumn. In Summer, greens start to look tired and drab, and the weather that our minds recall from twenty or thirty years ago so often fails to materialise. So what do you photograph in the summer? How do you sum up Summer without resorting to all the old clichés? For me it’s a time to think imaginatively, go somewhere new, or go abroad to the Alps for renewed inspiration.



As the temperature drops and the air cools, the countryside warms up with the fiery tones of Autumn. For me this is another season rich in inspiration for a photographer. The homogenous greens of late summer ripen into a rich palette of colours. It’s an atmospheric time of year to get out with a camera. And when the season is finally over, perhaps we need a dose of dark chilly winter evenings to keep us indoors and give us the time to look back and process some of the year’s images.



A time when animals hibernate, humans huddle round fires, and daylight is in short supply. For me, true winter is to be found on a ski slope in a foreign country. In the UK, more often than not (excepting the last two), winter is reduced to a landscape drained of colour especially on those ‘no weather’ days when the sky is leaden grey, the air windless, and light and contrast are absent. But given the right conditions: frost, or snow, a ray of sun, or misty light - then the country can still sparkle.