A different set of photos from a different forestry shrouded with flora back in rural Ireland. Even in the depths of winter these woods were flooded with green, I would love to return here in the summer to really see the it in full bloom! As I trekked further into the woods I found my absolute dream house – a log cabin nestled and shielded by the trees, oh the envy…
Some either photography from Roosters Rest Woods. There was a moment where the sun broke through the dull clouds and lit the scenery with orange rim light – painting the wispy birch trees and lighting up the high grasses.
Some more photography from Roosters Rest Woods. I found this area of untouched water, where the leaf litter formed a miniature galaxy of meandering green petals – like Van Gough’s The Starry night. It never ceases to amaze me the little wonders that are right on my doorstep.
More explorations in compositions and colour deep within the forest flora of Roosters Rest woods. I love the way the bleached birch trees lines the forestry at the front like quick brush strokes while the darker pine trees bulked out the rear, licked by the swaying high grass.
Another set of photos from my excursions to Roosters Rest woods. Noticing the effects of leaf litter and how they sprinkle the landscape into painterly dots coupled with the momentary glows of the sun as it showed itself from amongst the clouds and lit the treetops, paying close attention to the bizarre witches broom.
Gentle Giant 