A collection which radiates the sharp blues and whites of the planet’s most magical Winter days, and captures the enduring beauty of nature’s gems which are as alluring in the depths of Winter as they are in the first warmth of the Spring sunshine.

These days, we turn to visual images. When we “see,” we forgo much of our imaginative effort, the long reach of association, one thing inadequately representing another. Although, in the end, it’s all inadequate. The words and the pictures are small, distant, antiseptic; the thing that is not the real thing lacks the cold air, the deep rumble, runoff rubbing on stone, birdsong. You cannot turn your head. You cannot lick the ice. You miss the whole sky, the waterfall just out of the picture, the concealed seal drawing a vee across still water. NANCY LORD ON ICEBERGS