Butser Hill on a wet and windy Saturday morning. In the mist the trees take on a supernatural quality. Their skeletal frames stand as sentinels in a shrouded landscape. Familiar shapes transformed into half-seen and half-imagined entities from another world…
[All images © John Callaway 2023]
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