What can I say. It’s New Hampshire. Everywhere you go it’s full so trees, forests and woods. Everywhere. You can’t escape them. Every time I go out for a photo-walk, I end up in woods.

About the only exception to this is when I go out to the White Mountains and get above the tree line. Which doesn’t happen too often these days as my knees kill me on the way down.

So, with that in mind, here is yet another walk through the woods.

As ever, with the woods being as dense as they are, I look for the small things, not the big things.

Starting with this wild grass gone to seed already.

I keep coming back to this tree root again and again. I find it strangely fascinating. It’s like a odd mis-shaped foot. The water in the vernal pool was quite high. It’s been very wet recently.

I think this tree toppled over in the recent storms. For sure there were a lot of branches lying in the pool, some of which have ruined a composition I liked, and that I had planned to photograph through the year.

I like the reflection in the pool, but there isn’t really enough separation between the subject (fallen tree) and background.

There is also a broken tree in the clearing. It’s very oddly shaped, and one side of the tree has these amazing patterns of rot and decay on the back. I keep coming back and looking for abstract compositions.

Overall, it was a fun couple of hours at a location just up the road. I’m looking forward to see how this location changes over the course of the year. I’m not sure how the colors will change, because many of the tree are conifers.

I shall be going back.