Black and white photo of leafless tree branches against a cloudy sky, viewed through a rain-spattered window.
Black and white photo of a foggy lake with ducks swimming near the shore, trees in the distance, and rocks along the water's edge.
Close-up of bare tree branches on a foggy day with water droplets on some branches, viewed through a window.
Black and white photo of three leafless trees on a foggy landscape.
A black and white photograph of a foggy lakeside scene with leafless trees curving and stretching out over the water.
Black and white photo of leafless trees near a body of water on a cloudy day.
A black and white photograph of a lake with trees on the shoreline. The scene is misty, with bare trees and overcast sky, creating a moody, tranquil atmosphere.
Black and white photo of a mountainous landscape with a small stream in the foreground and hills in the background.

Reflections on Loss

Death is a door slammed in your face - no appeal, no fuzziness, just finality. And afterwards, after the fuss and the drama - that’s when things start to sink in. Space and time are needed, and also place. The ‘place’ has to be right, on the same frequency as your feelings, and then you are able to unwind, unravel and remember. It’s not maudlin or mournful, just a need for a space to let thoughts unfold in their own time. From a visit to Coniston in November, after my sister’s funeral. It was the perfect healing and remembering place in which to reflect - somehow sombre rather than sad. The dark weather played it’s part too; allowing the simple physicality of rain on my face, the sound of fast rushing rivers, and the mist rolling down from the hills, to nurture and restore.