It may be a dull morning with drizzle in the air as we hope that the wind will break the clouds, yet the range of colours is vaste. everything is muted and without the sharp contrast and spectacular effects of recent autumn sunrises, but all would defeat me utterly even if I had any skill as an artist. The deep green of the scots pine acts as a corrective to the parts of the spectrum occupied by the bronze, the gold and the rust. Larch must win the prize, but birch is special too.
Further over towards Strawberry Lee Lane the beeches remind you that there are other hues and textures not seen looking down over the canopy of the wood. Not all trees join in the festival. Oak can find some party spirit but alder is in serious mood. Sycamore contributes nothing but gloom and a sense of decay.
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