I'm more suited to sitting and looking than flinging myself around on cold foggy mornings in shorts and a vest. Carrying the lens and camera to location is exercise enough...
There is a short window of time to capture the scene that unfolds as the first of the early suns rays bathes the crispy woodland floor. Frosted leaves crunch and curl as the ice gives way in a plume of slowly rising steam and shimmers into shafts of light.
A cold winters morning in the deep Chiltern woodlands. The Frost was burning off as the sun beams penetrated the woodland floor weaving a magical foggy haze.
The Chilterns woodlands at their most explosive. Beech trees are king here in summer and they support everything.
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My Son and I discovered this mighty ancient Pollarded Beech tree deep in the Chilterns Woodlands. After a cheese sandwich lunch the little fella fell asleep over my shoulder as we shuffled through the fallen leaves rounding the trunk. It's a peaceful and special location.
Silent Glide
Leaves and Bark
