I am fortunate to live within an hour walking distance from my place of work. This daily commute takes me through fields where foxes pounce over swaying wheat and where Canada geese convene after harvest. I trace the old pathways along stretches of farmland under tangled boughs collecting my thoughts, capturing these images on my phone. Often stopped in my tracks by thorns, a torn shirt sleeve. Occasionally catching sight of a fleeting roe deer.

Sometimes I travel further afield to embrace the woods at Bookham Commons or the ruins of Walsingham Abbey. My spirit reaches there before my eyes do.

In the new world uncontrolled industry permeates the air, while the old world remains under the spell of nature illuminated by the enchanting light.