These photos were taken on a misty morning within half a mile of where I live in Leicestershire. My village (Barlestone) is surrounded by farmland that is criss-crossed by well-defined footpaths that I often use for a circular walk on which I rarely meet another soul – unless you count the occasional herd of heifers! If there is mist in the air it throws everything into soft focus and you can get some very atmospheric photos as a result, especially if the sun is trying to break through at the time.
The lake is a fishing pond – but there were no anglers around at the time!
Is it any surprise that many people reckon Autumn to be the best season of the year? John Keats thought so – the “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” is what he called it, and who could possibly disagree?
You’ve got a good eye for composition
Beautiful almost surreal site pictures. On top of being a fascinating historian, you are an excellent photographer. Keep it coming.
That’s very kind of you to say so. I’m going to be off for the next three days visiting the cathedral city of Worcester – armed with my camera! With any luck there should be both pictures and history to pass on next week!
A fascinating sight though mysteriously impressed!
Nice scene, how I wish I can be there.
What Elenka said 🙂 These are quite magical!
Looking at pictures in fog I find them as mysteries