At Moss Fear

Atmosphere... it's pretty damp again today, and down in the local nature reserve the mossy wood reminds me of Wistman's Wood on Dartmoor. Not that I can really remember anything further now than the edge of the parish...

It was beginning to feel springlike, but as is usual we're in that luminal space between winter and spring where the grey winter skies return and the light fades faster than expected. but I'm optimistic and the light will return.

I was looking at my camera filters, part Yule and part birthday presents... I haven't had a chance yet to try them out. I'm so wanting to incorporate motorcycling with photography, and ride out to the coast or onto the moors and play.

Soon, precious, soon...