Flooded Birch Wood
Since I first posted a photo of this wood on the second of January, I’ve had more time to decide how to present them and this interpretation is closer to my heart than the first version. The first is cold, clinical and boringly matter-of-fact. This version is more lyrical with its varying rhythms of tree trunks against the counterpoint of the water and grasses while the fence stitches the whole composition together.
I have to travel this way again on Thursday so perhaps I could try for a few more shots. No doubt, if this weather continues, I could be photographing a scene in the grip of ice and snow.