I walked in the Beechwoods early this morning. The sky was heavily overcast, lending the woods a flat, sombre, in places gloomy, air. The play of light and shade that characterises the woods on good summer days was gone. I felt no inclination to take any pictures, I couldn’t see anything of interest. Was that because the sun is so important to the distinctive look of the woods at this time or year; or have I become trapped into thinking I’ve exhausted them as a subject? If the latter, how do I break through this block, because I’m sure there is more to be explored? The picture opposite is from an earlier visit and shows there is another side to the woods, besides the regiments of beeches.
Photo: Beechwoods, Cambridge, July 2017