After the burst of primary colours of the Christmas holiday palette the quiet dignity of pastel hues of the thick fog descending over Kingholm Quay was refreshing.

I was looking for clean simplicity for my images. I found it in the repetitive vertical shafts of dried heathers standing proud along the riverbank, in monochromatic expanses of the ground where frost crystals completely covered the green grass, and in barely discernible shapes of the trees wrapped in the cotton of the thickening fog.

It was amazing how a bit of fog and frost transformed the place as if by magic. There was this sense of complete stillness, inside my soul and outside in nature, although the fog kept rising – so something WAS changing.

When we moved here last year Kingholm Quay became my first photo subject. We arrived to Dumfries in the midst of severe storms. The sky was tempestuous. The river was swollen with water and the road at the bottom of Kingholm Loaning was flooded. The marshland turned into a lake. Only the free range chickens feeding next to the moored boat were nonplussed.

Those scenes had their own charm but the gentle folds of winter fog win over my heart.

Frost covering the ground looks like a thin layer of snow
Frost covering the grass looks like a thin layer of snow
The pastel tints of the rapidly descending fog are magical
The pastel hues of the rapidly descending fog are magical
Dried heathers stand proud along the river Nith
Dried heathers stand proud along the river Nith
Frost crystals close up
Frost crystals close up
Delicate
Delicate twigs
The opposite bank rapidly disappears from the view
The opposite bank rapidly disappears from the view

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