Sandy, Bedfordshire: There are no edges, tree trunks are filmed in a milky wash and branches dissolve into the white
There is a vague hump shape, like a sleeping dinosaur under the trees and the camera is hunting for it. I catch the “tick-tick-tick” whirr of anguished electronics by my side as it struggles to find an edge on which to focus.
My eyes learn from the camera about how we really see at a distance in freezing fog. Normally dark tree trunks are not dark at all but are filmed with a milky wash, and the spread of branches dissolves into the white of the white. Outside our immediate bubble of clarity there are no edges, only gradations and blur.