It’s early morning in west London. Winter shrouds Brook Green and the cars are covered in frost.
The advantage of crisp, early starts in December is that the sunrises are piercing, if not warm. Here, the sun dominates the frame from its position low in the sky, bursting through the darkness of the trees. Even the lofty spire of Holy Trinity church is pushed to one side.
I love shooting into the sun and catching its light and fiery flares. It’s even worth chilled fingertips.