At this time of year, the Fenland landscape becomes a place of mystery and intrigue. A journey into the Fens in the depths of Winter is a journey into the unknown. Visual cues are limited and restricted to the upright of a telegraph pole, or the truncated path of a dyke or road. Myopia and guesswork replace the certainties of distance and location; on days when fog envelops the land, an otherworldly silence dominates the senses.
Low-lying Fenland mists leave us with the essential elements of the landscape. Colour already drained from the scene marks the final step towards this Fenland shorthand. Light and dark absorb extraneous detail focusing our attention on the intersection between them.
There is nothing special about the editing process here; the images were taken with a Lumix G9 and Olympus 12-40 f2.8 lens. Post-processing was carried out in Raw Therapee with black-and-white conversion and some contrast and tonal adjustments added.
In this dark, I rest, unready for the light that dawns day after day, eager to be shared. Black silk, shelter me. I need more of the night before I open my eyes and heart to illumination. I must still grow in the dark like a root not ready, not ready at all. --Denise Levertov