Throughout the forest, 3 days on, the snow persists, remaining virgin for the most part; other than the criss cross of animal tracks, all that betray activity in the subdued woods. Usually invisible, it's great to be allowed this glimpse into an otherwise secret woodland world. Highland Water cuts through the stands like a ribbon of ice, flowing so slowly as to be almost imperceivable. Another blissful day in the woods.
Love the reflected tree branches.
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