Winter Mists

Jason // January 24 // 12 Comments

The drizzle merged with the mists and the low hanging clouds and clung to everything around. The moss where the large Egret stalked was now a painting, perhaps Japanese in style. Pale cornflower blue hues met warm tans as the fine reeds framed the view.

Over at Hawes Water the distant pine trees loomed across the lake, ethereal and ancient, holding the old landscape, root and branch. Not much stirred, but what calls did echo across the waters evoked mystery and wonder as unseen beings floated their more than human messages through these timeless mists.

A woodpecker pinned the trees to the backdrop, nailing the emotion of the morning.

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  • Beautiful and tranquil, Jason. I particularly like the last two shots with the pine trees in the faded distance. I’m pleased you’re settling well in your new home. πŸ€—πŸŒΏπŸ’«

    • I think I’m getting there Anne, two steps forward and then the occasional slide back, but overall I’m doing ok. Thank you for your kind words.

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.