You don’t have to venture too far into the forest for it to become a twisted hall of mirrors. Tree forms juxtapose and repeat, lurching and peering at you from every turn. The seasons bring yet more variety. Spring mornings see faeries dance in the dew; the lens can but catch only the nascent sun glittering in their sequinned dresses. In summer, families seek refuge whilst sunbeams pierce the canopy, illuminating the bracken. And who doesn’t love Autumn leaf? Golden fire, spreading across the valley bringing joy and melancholy in equal measure. When Winter blasts, all modesty is stripped. Awkward limbs are laid bare and a sprinkling of snow provides scant cover. Here’s to this ceaseless movement, the myriad shapes and colours and rhythms of the forest, this never-ending dance of the seasons.
