Taken on one of the fields that make up part of the local stray on the outskirts of York in North Yorkshire, these grass stems stood up right still, despite the weight of snow and ice, their seeds reflecting like diamonds in this late afternoon winter sun.
Converted into black and white and best viewed large.
Between two worlds we wait,
the sum of history of our kind,
till time is ripe and we have fallen,
we can not rise again
to the glory of our life’s purpose.