NOVEMBER 2024 · GROUNDED
Into sleep
South Gloucestershire, England
By November the woods in South Gloucestershire are mid-transition. Not the peak colour of October — that's gone. What's left is a specific quietness: the floor thick with fallen leaves, the trees still holding some gold, moss reasserting itself on every trunk and log. The cold has arrived but the dormancy isn't complete.

I brought the Pentacon and the Flektogon. The vintage lenses were a deliberate choice for a season that's about softness and decomposition. The Flektogon especially — at F1.8 it swirls the background into something close to what the woods felt like. I shot the same ivy-covered trunk at both F5.6 and F1.8. Sharp versus soft. The F5.6 version is technically better. The F1.8 version is more accurate.
The F1.8 version is more accurate.
South Gloucestershire woodland — November 2024

What persists in November woods: moss on every horizontal surface, toadstools in clusters on the decaying wood, ivy green against all the brown. A single yellow maple leaf centred on the dark rust-brown floor — isolated, lit from somewhere above. Three luminous yellow-green maple leaves with scattered gold below them, backlit, the Flektogon catching something close to stained glass.




The floor photographs better than the canopy. Fallen logs carpeted in moss, roots emerging from the leaf litter, trunks with dried ivy draped along their length. Low angle: the scale shifts, fallen branches become landscape.

Frosted seed heads appear in the last few frames — delicate silhouettes against the soft woodland blur. The bokeh swirls around them. Dried fern fronds fill one whole frame, earthen gold, nothing else. Pale ivy on a weathered trunk, ferns blurred behind.
The woods are going to sleep. Not dead — just very quiet. The camera was trying to hear it.












