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.
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| Luckily there was still quite a lot of ferns about, to add a bit of colour to the views. |
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| Where the trees were a bit more separated it allowed the mist to be more apparent. |
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| A bit of moss on some of the trees added an extra element of interest. |
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| One fallen silver birch. |
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| The lack of colour in the trees themselves have an almost surreal quality to them. |
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| A single tree stands among the misty conditions. |
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| Some vibrant moss lines this fallen tree. |
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| Twin trunks rise from the dead ferns. |
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| A bit of greenery to brighten up the woodland floor. |
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| Two trees frame the murky woodland beyond, |
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| Atmospheric tangle of silver birch trees in the mist. |
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| Looking through the trees. |
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| Gnarled old tree leans across the fern filled ground. |
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