The Complaint

There are quiet in the forest. Birch trunks stand naked in the shade. Their branches reach up into the low sun.
Then suddenly I hear a strange sound.
The sound of thawing branches complaining their distress.
While the night’s hard frost turns into a liquid form, yet to freeze once more when it hits the forest floor.
The forest lies quiet waiting for the snow.

6 Comments on “The Complaint

    • Kære Yvonne. Hvor dejligt at høre fra dig ❤
      Naturen er en kilde til evig inspiration. Jeg forsøger at følge med så godt jeg kan:
      If you can dream it, you can do it.
      Walt Disney
      …og Hanna 🙂

    • Hi Aleah. The pictures were taken in Denmark on Zealand north of Copenhagen, in Rude Skov, Municipality of Rudersdal.
      Rude Skov (The Forest)

  1. Beautiful captured, Hanna. The Autumn period and colours are a bit melancholic but the special light is so unique. I really like the short period before the winter will come. Take care and keep you warm.

    • Thanks a lot, Stefan.You are right. This short moment before winter with bare frost and clear skies are a tribute to nature ❤
      Enjoy your walks!!

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