Forest Pathways

The towering oak, a sheltering friend,
Stands stooped, its branches etched with time.
The swing, where laughter knew no end,
Hangs silent, weathered, out of rhyme.

To see the light we must first acknowledge that we are in the dark , a quote from a photographer friend. I was always curios of what he meant by light.

May Hill is a prominent English hill in the Forest of Dean between Gloucester and Ross-on-Wye. Its summit is a dominant site all around the county and surrounds..