On a particularly overcast and misty day, I decided to visit one of my favourite spots, Holme Fen. I hoped this particularly atmospheric piece of ancient woodland might yield some ethereal images.
When I got there it was certainly shrouded in a wintry haze, so I had a good wander along the peaty pathways that meander through this magnificent grove of silver birch to see what I could find.
I've detailed the fascinating history of this place on a previous post, which can be found here, so I won't waste time in repeating myself. Much better to get on with the photos, in all their hazy essence.
|Luckily there was still quite a lot of ferns about, to add a bit of colour to the views.|
|Where the trees were a bit more separated it allowed the mist to be more apparent.|
|A bit of moss on some of the trees added an extra element of interest.|
|One fallen silver birch.|
|The lack of colour in the trees themselves have an almost surreal quality to them.|
|A single tree stands among the misty conditions.|
|Some vibrant moss lines this fallen tree.|
|Twin trunks rise from the dead ferns.|
|A bit of greenery to brighten up the woodland floor.|
|Two trees frame the murky woodland beyond,|
|Atmospheric tangle of silver birch trees in the mist.|
|Looking through the trees.|
|Gnarled old tree leans across the fern filled ground.|