One of my favourite things about spring is seeing the woodland floor come alive again. I love coming across places where the wild garlic spreads beneath the trees, filling the woodland with fresh green leaves and that unmistakable scent.
There’s something lovely about a path winding its way through it all, inviting you to slow down and take your time. I’m always looking for those little details when I’m out with my camera — the way the light filters through the branches, the textures of the woodland and the feeling of being somewhere away from the everyday.
One of my favourite things about spring is seeing the woodland floor come alive again. I love coming across places where the wild garlic spreads beneath the trees, filling the woodland with fresh green leaves and that unmistakable scent.
There’s something lovely about a path winding its way through it all, inviting you to slow down and take your time. I’m always looking for those little details when I’m out with my camera — the way the light filters through the branches, the textures of the woodland and the feeling of being somewhere away from the everyday.
