On St Catherine’s Hill above Winchester, a lone tree stump stands against the fading light. Its silhouette—thick, weathered, and reaching—anchors the composition as the sky shifts from deep blue to warm amber. This image captures more than a sunset. It holds the tension between what was and what remains: the quiet dignity of form, the memory of growth, and the stillness that follows. The distant hills barely whisper, and the stump becomes a monument to time, shadow, and elemental presence.
On St Catherine’s Hill above Winchester, a lone tree stump stands against the fading light. Its silhouette—thick, weathered, and reaching—anchors the composition as the sky shifts from deep blue to warm amber. This image captures more than a sunset. It holds the tension between what was and what remains: the quiet dignity of form, the memory of growth, and the stillness that follows. The distant hills barely whisper, and the stump becomes a monument to time, shadow, and elemental presence.