The trees were still bare. Their skeletons stood, waiting for spring to bring back their colors. Despite all this, this beech forest still seems to me a truly magical place where I always enjoy getting lost in.
Since some weeks ago, I have been trying to pay much more attention to how the flow of the river runs through the rocks and how it creates different shapes, whirlpools and spirals. It's absolutely mesmerizing and I always try to make them part of my composition!
Una flipada tio !
Muchas gracias! A falta de mucha niebla pues unos buenos torbellinos!