I decided instead of searching for reasons not to leave the house this winter, I would immerse myself in it. Search for beauty in all the bleakness and decay. When you really look for it, it is everywhere at the moment. The awkward silhouettes of hawthorn trees that have shed their leaves; the husk of a thistle, opaque and brittle. The joy of waking up one morning to find everything covered in a delicate layer of frost, reflecting the light like thinly cut diamonds. Of going for a long walk with an insane amount of layers on, and gradually peeling each one away as the day slowly warms. Or getting to that point where you realise you no longer need to wear your gloves or scarf to begin with. In a lot of ways winter is more interesting for photography than summer, when everything is in full bloom and the sun is so generous with the light. If you wish to capture more interesting light in the summer you have to get up really early, and go out really late; so photography really becomes a far more antisocial pastime. Plus I always find that in the summer I am often enjoying myself too much to remember to take photographs. Whereas in the winter I can just pop my coat on over the top of my pyjamas and head out for a while before breakfast. Not sure what my neighbours think of that, but never mind. I think it’s important to seize these moments where you can – be outside as much as possible so that you feel a connection to the Earth, and to the seasons, and ultimately to the passage of time. For none of us knows how long we’ve got to spend on this wondrous Earth – we might as well make the most of every moment we can.