A Saturday afternoon in January. A definite chill in the air, no snow, no sun and slightly misty. There was almost an Autumnal feeling as I, wife and dog plodded along the very muddy paths through the woods. Suddenly a splash of colour made me reach for my camera. The bright green moss on the old weathered sign pointing the way to the lake was the most colourful thing I’d seen all afternoon… apart from my blue Pentax of course:-)
Strictly speaking the ‘lake’ is really not much bigger than a large pond. During the summer a picnicker or two may grace its shores and a handful of bathers can be seen bobbing about in its waters. At certain times of the year a solitary angler may be seen trying to net the catch of a lifetime. But today was quiet, deathly still and quite deserted. Somehow the following two images just had to be reproduced in black and white, and I increased the contrast a little too.
There was a slight covering of ice around the waters edge. Certainly not thick enough to skate on, but a forgotten bottle of some fizzy drink rested idly on the icy surface.
