There’s something sad yet majestic about a dead tree. To look at the living organism that once was evokes sadness. Trees along this stretch of the Humber are constantly being damaged by ice stripping away their bark. I liked the way light from the snow is reflecting onto the branches.

These trees are stark reminders of the power of ice along low-lying stretches  of the Humber.

River ice comes in a huge number of forms.

This large pile-up of ice is crowned by a beautiful clear chunk which caught my eye.