If we want to go on living on this planet, we have to care for our environment and the wildlife. Please feed the birds in your garden and provide water.

An early February winter sunrise in the pastoral English countryside.

I love occasions that mark the course of a year and enable me to re-connect with nature. These waymarks in the cycle of a year give life a different and perhaps more relevant rhythm. The beautiful sounding Candlemas is a Christian festival that is celebrated on 2 February but its origins go back to the much older Feast of Lights, a pre-spring celebration to prepare for new life.

Already the days are getting markedly longer. Light is gaining the upper hand over darkness in planet earth’s dance with the seasons as I look at a photograph, which I made not three weeks ago standing on Roundway Hill.

Snow and sun – what a beautiful combination.

Wolf Moon was meant to rise just before five in the afternoon. Alas, the clouds prevented me from photographing it and instead I ran into some middle-aged blokes flying model airplaines.

A frosty morning, mist and the sun rising reluctantly. The photographs that I made this morning seem a fitting tribute to nature in the infantile new year.

A sudden and heavy snowfall in mid December. A pretty but brief spectacle. The temperatures too high for the snow to consider settling. Domino, one member of my feline quartet, enjoyed the display from the comfort and warmth of a window sill.

The full moon in December is called Cold Moon. This photograph captures the magic moment when the moon was rising above the brow of the hill, which nestles into the tranquil English countryside.

The nearly full moon just now, seen from my attic window. So beautiful!