It’s been a very long time since I’ve posted anything. Not sure if anyone will actually read any of this. I’ve been trying to get out and take photos each weekend. Mostly it’s been around where I live and the small patch of forest we have here. But each time I go out I have a goal of not taking too many photos, but rather take a few which say something. To get a mental thought behind the photo.
When you walk around in the forest you will notice there are paths everywhere. Some are man made and some are animal trails. I find them mystical, especially when I stumble upone a trail which is in a thick pine forest and you don’t actually see much of current activity. Where does it lead? when did the first building blocks of this trail began?
I don’t want answers, but I like asking the questions.
When spring comes there is a very special type of light that shines through the canopy. It really does becomes very cheesy… “the light comes from above”
But it doesn’t feel cheesy after a few hours in the forest, it feels liberating that finally the spring is here and soon life will flourish again. It always makes me happy.
When the forest is too thick, the branches on the lower levels of the trees dries up. Even though it not good for the tree, it creates this awesome effect of a medieval weapon of some kind (bizarre I know..). They are so spiky that it hurts just looking at them.
I tried to capture it, but I need better practice and a even more evil tree.
I hope I can remember to write something next week again for my next photo session.