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This is a first attempt at ICM, not sure if i have achieved a decent image or not. Wanted to keep forest path and light within the image as i saw it.
Hope you like it
Llantrisant Forest is in Rhondda Cynon Taff. It forms part of the fantastic Glamorgan Ridgeway Walk and is also a popular course for mountain bikes.
This image was taken at the Morton Arboretum as the sun was setting. The light was making some of the leaves, which had already turned, look like they were on fire. What a glorious fall day!
Late one night, I got up and looked out at the forest. It was a cloudy, moonless night, so I didn't see very much - in fact there was an almost absolute blackness. When I turned on the floodlights outside, I could see the first line of trees clearly and further away everything gracefully fell into greys and blacks again. Quite impressive I thought. Here's an attempt at conveying that scene.
Très tard une nuit, je me levai et regardai la forêt. C'était une nuit nuageux sans lune, donc je ne voyais pas beacoup - en fait, il y avait une noirceur presque absolue. Lorsque j'ai allumé les lumières à l'extérieur, je pouvais voir la première ligne d'arbres clairement et plus loin tout transformaient dans gris et les noirs. Très impressionnant, j'ai pensé. Voici une tentative de capturer cette scène.
Photo of Little Lookout Lake in front of Trinity Mountain. Photo taken in the fall, with the first dusting of snow on Trinity Mountain Mountain Home Ranger District, Boise National Forest, Idaho. Photo taken on October 8, 2018. Forest Service photo by Joshua Newman, Forester on the Boise National Forest.
Ninety-odd years ago, my grandfather bought a piece of land five miles out of town, and he took his family to live there -- with no electricity, no car, and no running water. They were on a piece of ground that had had some gardens, so he and my father started making gardens themselves. They dug wells and carried water by hand. He bought a horse and my grandmother used that mostly to get to town. My father soon bought a car and he got back and forth that way.
Gradually, during the past two or three decades, my grandfather's land and all the land around it have been changed by housing and commercial developers. Although taxes forced the family to sell a lot of it, we still own a rump piece, a piece of forested land that acts as a green buffer to a neighbourhood of new bungalows. But it feels and sounds very much like part of the city when I go there.
Yesterday, in the middle of some hot dry weather with a very strong wind, a fire started near an illegal shack that teenagers had built, hidden in our woods. The wind took the fire most of a kilometre along our woods and the adjacent properties, literally to the doorsteps of some new houses. Some houses lost their wooden decks to the fire and suffered melted plastic siding. But the firefighters put the fire out pretty readily.
This morning I walked around to see how much damage there was. Nature is pretty resilient and I suspect the couple of hectares of fire damage on our property won't be long in greening up again.