We have this charming little stream on our property that for some reason I’d only explored one side of til recently. But when I did, I found it was even more beautiful than what I’d seen before, if possible!
Shortly after I explored it the first time, a foggy day came by and, imagining how beautiful the stream would look in the mist, I took my camera back down and ended up with some lovely, foggy pictures that I can’t wait to show you guys! Would you like to come explore the stream with me?
You have to climb between sagging strands of barbed wire and duck under beech tree branches to get to the stream. I like how the beeches keep their leaves through winter – pale, faded, ghostly, but still hanging on, waiting patiently for spring.
Push aside the branches and come down to the water. Ahh, isn’t it lovely?
Fog is kinda like snow – it turns the ordinary into magical, drapes a muffled quiet over everything.
Streams are so much more picturesque when they flow over rocks and pebbles, don’t you think?
I saw this nice beech tree and thought, hey, that’d be a nice place for a portrait. Since I hadn’t brought a tripod, I looped my camera strap over a nearby branch… but then the picture was crooked. So I hunted for the longest pieces of garlic grass available, with which I adjusted the angle of my dangling camera by gingerly tying the straps to the tree. XD I wish I could have gotten a picture of the setup, but anyway, it mostly worked!
A little past that spot, an enormous beech rises in the middle of a small clearing. It is gnarled, knobby, partially dead, and beautiful.
Upon closer inspection, I found what looked like letters carved into the bark long ago, which spread apart as the tree grew until they became almost illegible. I wonder who carved them, and when…
All along the stream, the mist turned invisible cobwebs into dainty silver threads, draped like jewelry on outstretched branches.
Just past the beech tree, the stream divides in two. The fork in the stream was one of the prettiest spots I found, but I just couldn’t get a good picture of the whole spread – you had to be there, I guess. I did get some shots of the individual branches, though! I LOVE this picture!
It’s amazing how different water looks with slow vs. fast shutter speeds. I usually prefer fast, like this, so you can see the individual, crystal drops.
This is the other branch, which I ended up exploring further.
I love how the water trickles down this big slope of rock. It might make a good waterslide in summer. 😉
It looks like the stream has flooded before and carved a maze of hollows and crevices in these tangled tree roots.
I stopped at this last little waterfall, which I could hear bubbling over from around the corner. I wanted to keep going, on and on, but I turned around and walked home.
And that’s my little misty winter walk. 🙂 Ahhh, I love those pictures. They’re so calm and quiet and magical – at least to me. 😉 I hope you guys enjoyed exploring the stream with me!
What was your favorite picture? Do you like fog and mist or not particularly? Do you have a story of doing something slightly crazy just to get a picture?
Thanks so much for reading, dears, and have a lovely day! ❤