I spent a few hours hiking in Tucquan Glen last weekend, and it was absolutely breathtaking. I waded in the creek quite a bit because the water was that perfect temperature after a long hot day has faded into a mild evening.
I love Tolkein’s stories, and the roots of one of the trees in the water reminded me vividly of Old Man Willow from The Lord of the Rings.
Because I was hiking over the span of 3 hours in the evening, I was able to capture some images of the forest during that time coveted by all photographers: the golden hour.
There was a very dark, mystical quality to these woods as it reached later in the evening, and I was very moved by the nearly sentient atmosphere of the forest.
This ramble in the woods will certainly be difficult to top this summer and I am so thankful for the experience.