Some photos have a “being there” quality about them; maybe its something familiar about the scene which stikes a chord, maybe its to do with the clarity of the shot. Whatever it is, this is one of those. Obviously I’ve never been to Goose Creek (although I’ve heard a bit about it!) yet I can feel myself there, feel the chill in my fingers and cold air in my lungs, the stillness of the morning. Scenes and times like these I’ve known and loved. Maybe its because the scene has an air of suspended animation; soon the stillness will transition gently into the day’s activity – I almost expect to see Tsuga come nosing round the corner of the barn in a moment…
Oh, and from a purely photographic point of view, that reflection in the creek is magical.
Swing over and take a look at Andy’s photos of his travels in and about the peaks and glades of Western Europe and the UK.