My Local Woods
As the sun continues to bless our claustrophobic interiors, I step out into my local woodland at dawn in search of solace, colour and exciting landscapes.
Woodpeckers laugh as the hazy golden beams of morning glow between the bare beech trunks upon autumns mulch and the new growth of spring.
Other than birdsong and the occasional rustling of creatures in the leaves it is near silent.
I walk carefully among floral displays of nature, keeping to the paths, searching for a composition worth photographing. There are countless opportunities, yet I struggle to capture the beauty of the scene before me, so try and try again.
Wood anemones open with the warmth of the sun among clusters of buttercups, pinecones and of course the bluebells whose beauty I struggle to capture most.
It's refreshing to be among such tranquil scenery and at first light, there is barely another soul around. It's heartwarming, comforting and peaceful.
I come home to my boys waking and the daily adventures of parenting then commence. Rather than feeling restless and impatient with my family, I am far more at ease after my stroll through the trees.
