On a still winter's morning form dissolves into nothingness; only the cross of the telephone pole remains barely visible. There's a sense it is only just getting a rather feeble message across an empty atmosphere, yet it is so beautiful. Nagarjuna played with this paradox in saying 'Emptiness is form.'
Taken on Nikon 800, 50mm lens, 200 ASA, aperture F.11
325 x 260mm, 365 x 300mm framed with UV glass
