An ancient hedge (dating back to mediaeval times) marks the limit of a field. A freezing fog hugs the ground wiping out any sense of distance. Trees reach into the fog, filtering the tiny ice crystals from the air, improving visibility under their protective branches. In this way, the hedge forms a front line defence between the existence of the visible world and that of oblivion. Perhaps this is symbolic of the boundary between life and death and an uncharted path that we will all take, one day?