Andrew Trundlewagon's photos

Dog walkers in the snow.

A polished slice of agate that has been chemically stained blue. I inherited it from my late father-in-law.

Shopping in Hong Kong

Patterns in the snow. This is at the shore of a small lake where it meets a stream. The combination of slightly warmer water flowing beneath the ice and the strong winds above has carved these shapes in the overlaying snow. This was taken about a week after the first photo and from the same place. www.ipernity.com/doc/319515/53247814

.A Northern gannet, Île Bonaventure, Gaspé, Québec.

A pine grosbeak in the hills behind Perce, Quebec.

A row of stone lanterns along the path to the Kasuga Taisha Shrine in Nara, Japan. The shrine is in the ancient Kasugayama Primeval Forest where hunting and logging has been forbidden since 841 A.D. Nara is famous for its deer which are unafraid of humans and wander freely. It was very spooky at dusk. As the sun set the deer began to make a peculiar, high-pitched bellow, accompanied by monkeys screeching in the trees and birds roosting. I have never heard anything like it.

This is a NaviLens code. I saw it for the first time today in the Metro and assumed it was an art work of some kind. It is, in fact, a special QR code that can be read by a phone from up to 60 feet (18 metres away). It provides navigational information for travelers with impaired vision. A very clever use of digital technology for a good cause.

A house centipede.

A winter moon. Une lune d'hiver.

Snow formations on a frozen lake.

A male house finch. These are very tough individuals that stay all winter no matter how cold it is.

The Snow Queen on stilts; at the Winter Festival, Brossard, Quebec. For context, it was -16C, feeling like -25 with the wind which was blowing hard.

An evening by the Katsura river from Arashiyama near Kyoto.

A house finch

We had a few very cold days allowing ice tracings to form.

When I was in England I did a short walking trip to visit as many old flint-walled churches as I could fit in. This is St. Nicholas in Portslade Old Village. It is 12th century and was built beside a manor house which is still present, but in ruins. Although I am not from here, this is where my family lived here for many years at the seaward foot of the South Downs, and is where I would consider my spiritual heartland.

When I was in England I did a short walking trip to visit as many old flint-walled churches as I could fit in. This is St. Nicolas in Bramber, near the Adur river. It used to be an important port until the river silted and trade moved closer to the sea in Shoreham. It dates to approximately 1073, is still mainly Norman but with more recent additions and repairs.