The changing seasons are in full swing down here in the southwest of England, and I for one am ready and waiting with open arms for spring. In truth, by the time you read this piece you will no doubt be used to the long hours of sunlight, and sunny t-shirt weather, but at the time of writing I am only now eagerly closing the door on winter.
Like most photographers I’m excited for the possibilities that can arise from a cold winter; frosty mornings and snow-covered landscapes are perfect conditions for landscape photographers. However, in the past few years in the UK those crisp wintry conditions have been few and far between. Instead, we have been presented with many dull overcast days heavy with rain. Even for somebody born and bred in the UK and used to this kind of weather it can get to you after a while; as a result, I find myself longing for the opportunities that spring has to offer.
If questioned on their favourite season, most photographers, myself included, would announce ‘autumn’ without hesitation. While autumn is undoubtedly fantastic for landscape photography, for me there is something very special about springtime. Maybe it has something to do with...