John Morrison portrays Yorkshire in a variety of moods, throughout the seasons. Trees in blossom with the candyfloss colours of spring; summer in the Dales, among the wildflower meadows, with cumulus clouds stacked up like scatter cushions; autumn in broadleaved woodland, with a carpet of fallen leaves; and finally winter, which seems to go on for ever under leaden skies, before you wake up one morning to find the world has been washed clean in the night, with a sky of unclouded blue.
Some views will be familiar: cricket at Headingley, the Victorian elegance of Harrogate, the River Ouse at York and the silhouette of Ingleborough, one of the Three Peaks. Other pictures explore less obvious landmarks. All of them will bring a nod of recognition to lovers of England’s biggest county, while making exiled Yorkshire folk shake their heads and wonder why on earth they chose to leave.