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; time to think. It doesn’t have to be maudlin or mournful, just a need for a space to let thoughts unfold in their own time and for the new reality to develop. 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.