Photographers love the Golden Hour, the period before sunset when the sun is low in the sky and the light is much warmer than during the day. The low light picks out details and throws enticing shadows. Everything is bathed in a warm, golden glow. It is a special, fleeting time of day. Fleeting because soon the sun will set and this glow will be gone.
Ashdown Forest is showing the first signs of spring. The early flowers are poking through the woodland floor, buds are emerging on the trees. The evergreens have saved the forest from monotones throughout the winter. The spring blush of green is not far off. The winter monotone is not shades of grey but shades of brown. The golds and beiges of fallen bracken, dead leaves and rotting wood. When the spring sunshine of Golden Hour illuminates these winter shades, something magical happens.
After a day staring at a screen, an hour in the forest will refresh you. It’s an entangled world that operates in its own way. It doesn’t need human intervention, it just needs human appreciation.
