I love all trees, but I have a special relationship with this old oak. Whenever I’m lost for inspiration, this is where I go. I honestly can’t remember ever visiting my old friend and coming away empty handed. I’m certain this picture won’t be the only one of it on this site.
After weeks of rain, the forest floor was waterlogged in places. It’s not unusual for me to photograph in light showers, as the rain brings out the colours, making them really zing. But on this bright, rain-free day, the oak’s branches were perfectly reflected in the water.. Just below the surface lay the leaves shed earlier in the year, giving the scene an almost magical tapestry of reddish-brown foliage mirrored in the still water.
I love all trees, but I have a special relationship with this old oak. Whenever I’m lost for inspiration, this is where I go. I honestly can’t remember ever visiting my old friend and coming away empty handed. I’m certain this picture won’t be the only one of it on this site.
After weeks of rain, the forest floor was waterlogged in places. It’s not unusual for me to photograph in light showers, as the rain brings out the colours, making them really zing. But on this bright, rain-free day, the oak’s branches were perfectly reflected in the water.. Just below the surface lay the leaves shed earlier in the year, giving the scene an almost magical tapestry of reddish-brown foliage mirrored in the still water.
