#301 - Frozen

After six weeks in Africa with its vibrant emeralds and dusty reds, the duns and greys of an English winter are freshly wonderous. Before work, I walked under the beautiful, bare boughs of trees, dark against the snow and the pale morning sky, and glancing up I was stunned by this pink cherry blossom, dripping down on to the ground where the snow had melted and frozen again into sheets of ice.