After leaving Cefn Bryn and having a bite to eat in the Greyhound Inn in Oldwalls, the weather really closed in, with the light getting flatter and greyer all the time. By now I knew that the images would need to be in black and white as the snow was much patchier and starting to melt. I was hoping to get some last rays of light as the sun set, but nothing seemed to happen. A patch of colour did open up amongst the grey clouds, but bizarrely it was in the completely opposite direction from where the sun was setting. I couldn’t see how any sunlight could get there through the clouds and in the end decided that it was a reflection of the street lighting in Llanelli and Burry Port.
Unfortunately the colour in the sky wasn’t strong enough to warrant keeping the colour in the above image. I was initially attracted to the patterns of the branches against the grey sky (see image below) but then got intrigued by the snow left on the tree trunks. I always find woodland quite a visually chaotic place, so trying to isolate a pleasing image was proving difficult. I’m still not sure from looking at either of these to images that I really captured what caught my eye in the first place. I gave it a good go with lenses from 16mm to 500mm, but none really totally captured the scene as I visualised it at the time. It may be one of those times where what I saw in my mind’s eye just wasn’t possible photographically.
