Birch Gold, Craigellachie National Nature Reserve, Aviemore
There’s been no photography this week, with ongoing gales, rain and storms, so here’s another image from that spectacular morning this time last year. Its all about being in the right place at the right time – as the mist swirled and cleared, and suddenly the sun shone through the birch with incredible clarity, turning all to gold.
This week, some more on the spirit of trees…
“She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty, old man with a frizzled beard and warts on his fact and hands, with hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah! –she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the Lady of the Wood.”
– C.S. Lewis, ‘Prince Caspian’