He stepped briefly into a shaft of morning light, and I held my breath. Underexposed to keep the drama, what remained was that heart-shaped face and eyes full of quiet character. Inner Light is a portrait of presence.

A tawny owl caught in a single shaft of woodland light, stripped back to focus on its stillness alone. This familiar hunter has quietly declined by 40% since 1995.

Breeding plumage catches the last pink light as he drifts, still against the water. A quiet moment, caught before the colour fades.