A macro shot of a white Chrysanthemum taken at home using natural daylight. The aim of this image was to highlight the intricate curves, softness and mood of a flower that reminds me of my childhood (my Grandad is a fan of them).
Fog is weird. It slows everything down while whirling chaotically about. It’s almost an ethereal experience to stand at the end of a pier, glancing into nothingness under a glowing, beckoning red light, hearing both screaming seagulls and a creaking ship and not being able to see either.