I've never understood why we celebrate new year in January. To me, it feels the opposite of a beginning; daylight is short, the trees are still skeletal, the weather even colder, surely it's the real close of the year? I think it makes more sense to treat March as the start of the new, so I have decided to celebrate a new year in Spring. Not just to be contrary, I am hoping this will allow me to enjoy the final winter months rather than wallowing amongst all those broken resolutions that never had a hope of taking root (because nothing grows this time of year). And there are plenty of wintery treats still left to enjoy - slow cooking, open fires, frosty window panes - and the winter light in particular. Perhaps because it's so scarce at this time of year, winter sunlight is magical and those blue skies, life affirming - so much more so at this time of year than any other I think. I just vow to get out there more and take more photographs. Although that might sound a bit like a resolution, mightn't it?