Thresholds II

To look down into still water in winter is to lose your footing. The surface holds, yet below it a second world gathers—drowned branches, dissolved reflections, forms suspended between states.

These photographs emerged from repeated visits to Loch an Eilein in the Cairngorms during winter, when the landscape strips to essentials: water, stone, wood, ice, and a northern light that seldom lingers. Here the Loch acts as a site of resistance—a surface that transforms what it receives.

By “thresholds” I mean those unstable intervals where one state shifts to another: water into mirror, mirror into opacity, solid into suspended. The loch becomes protagonist—mirroring and obscuring, freezing and dissolving, sometimes returning the world with startling clarity, other times offering almost nothing.

When the water freezes, flux becomes legible. Duration inscribes itself in crystalline ridges and feathered ice. A log floats in reflected sky. A stump hangs in grey void.

These are not landscapes of arrival but of suspension—images made in the unstable interval before the surface breaks.