And so it begins. Slowly unfolding, cautiously reaching for the light.
I wasn’t even going to go for a walk tonight, because I was beyond tired. But I’d promised a colleague to snap a few pictures for her and the light was really pretty, so I forced myself.
And good job I did, because wow. I sometimes have to pinch myself, because this is where I live.
The village is so perfectly nestled into the nooks and crannies of the wooded mountains.
The beauty of puddles.
Some parts of the forest are more photogenic than others. It’s hard to put your finger on, but it’s a combination of moss and the density of trunks.
One of my favourite spots to photograph, and I arrived at just the right moment.
The buds aren’t quite there yet, but they’re trying.
There are still relics from last year, though. Drained and brittle, but still pretty.
Things you don’t notice until you lie on your stomach at the edge of the lake with your elbow in a hole filled with dirty water…
Ten o’clock and goodnight.