Brown

Lush green fingers threat their way between the stands, filling shallow coombes and wet gullies, penetrating deep into the heart of the now predominantly brown woodland. These wet fingers, like veins, feed the forest; they can be deceptive, swallowing a foot, maybe up to the knee with swift ease. The woods are now bare and open, naked trees allow views deep into previously hidden places; the forest is mostly shutdown for the season, resting, planning and preparing for the coming burgeoning.