When the roads were empty

Well, in all truth there’s so much, and yet so very little to say about 2020 - which I’m sure is a sentiment many of us can relate to right now. One hell of a year, in the worst possible way.

For much of the year, like many, I’ve been bound and gagged to choking point by the veil of Covid, something which will no doubt change the world as we once knew it, and of course - which we took for granted. Few, very few images have been taken by me this year, and just one pre-lockdown trip beat the curse that followed.

As the festive season approaches for many and lockdowns tighten their grip around the fragile throat of the world we now seem to inhabit in the strange of ways, I just wanted to post this image, an eerie shot of the main road through the Ogwen Valley in Snowdonia, a magical place of tall and steep side mountains, and one of my favourite places on Earth.

The image is unusual in that there is no traffic in it, a rare occurrence in the days before Covid. It was shot during a particularly personal and traumatic period of life, and a couple of years back - nothing more, nothing less - just an emotive image, or at least it is for me.

Here’s to a brighter 2021, although it is rather nice that the cars are also locked down.