While I was in Mongolia, we visited a very beautiful lake which is considered to many Mongolians as a sister lake to Russia’s lake Baikal. It is 200km away from it. Lake Khövsgöl freezes over each year and my guide this October while I was visiting Mongolia has suggested I come back in February to shoot it.

One night, whilst sitting around a campfire we had going, he described his first experience of being on frozen lake Khövsgöl with his friend Baggy’s brother:

Perhaps I’m mad to even consider it. But he told me that all the locals use the lake as a short-cut in the winter time and drive right across it.

I was particularly taken by some of the trees that exist around the edges of the lake, and since it is en-route from my trips I will be running in Japan, when coming home, I’m tempted to do it. Despite feeling that I may not have the courage to actually go onto the lake.

I am thinking tonight about the number of times I have been uncertain about doing something, and still doing it anyway. In a way, I would say that most of my photography has been about gut instinct rather than any actual plan. I can feel myself drawn to visiting the lake next February, and I can’t quite say why. I think that my gut is telling me there’s not only great photographic potential, but also, that it will be an adventure of a lifetime to do this.