What can you say about the woods in winter? It’s soothing, beige and gray, muted. Soft, gentle on the eyes. Patches of living green scattered here and there, the ivy, the pines, the hollies. Fallen trees on the ground where they came down. No one comes out to straighten up in the woods, to pick up the leaves, to clear away the thorny bramble. It’s solid and calm. It’s tangible. It’s genuine.
All photos and images here are my own.
They may not be used elsewhere or reblogged