A newly fallen birch tree was lying across the small mill dam in Trench Wood, adding another layer of interest to the familiar scene. It had not been able to penetrate a large rock in the ground so its roots had taken purchase only on one side, meaning that it must have been unstable for a while. As it grew, its weight (and perhaps a strong wind, although it's fairly sheltered in this bit of the wood) must have been sufficient to topple it. It must have come down with a mighty roar, and has comprehensively trashed the iron railings around the dam.
When a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Such philosophical questions rapidly gave way to joy at the impressionistic possibilities of the silvery trunk and delicate leaves, just turning from green to gold, all reflected a million times over in the water in which they lay.
Of course it makes a sound.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful composition to these shots.