Haunted Woods?


Sun pouring through fog makes a ghostly morning.

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  • Totally awesome picture! Yours truly is blown away. Is it my imagination… or is there a Lady o’ the Wisp, a faerie, a moonchild, dreaming in the left foreground rays? Naw, couldn’t be.

    Wow. That’s some camera. Spectacular, haunting, beautiful.

  • Alternate caption: Crepuscular rays make for a timely demonstration of atmospheric optics as sunlit air is illuminated at a time of day when contrasts between light and dark are the most obvious.

  • Kym… beautiful…!

  • This is my new favorite photo. Though Aj’s comment took some of the romance out…

  • Granted, I’m a little old school. It finally dawned on me. This picture fits perfectly. It hauntingly reminds me of the quiet and beautifully eerie song, ‘Moonchild,’ by King Crimson, for those who remember:

    Call her moonchild
    Dancing in the shallows of a river
    Lovely moonchild
    Dreaming in the shadow
    …Of the willow.

    Talking to the trees of the
    Cobweb strange
    Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
    Waving silver wands to the
    Night-birds song
    …Waiting for the sun on the mountain.

    She’s a moonchild
    Gathering the flowers in a garden.
    Lovely moonchild
    …Drifting on the echoes of the hours.

    Sailing on the wind
    In a milk white gown
    Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
    Playing hide and seek
    With the ghosts of dawn
    …Waiting for a smile from a sun child.

    (In the Court of the Crimson King; Robert Fripp et al, 1969)

    For those who wish to remember, the Moonchild song and images are here.

  • On the flip side, when you remove the supernatural element, you can more fully absorb the wonder, beauty and mystery of the natural world. Understanding a phenomenon should enrich your experience, not take away from it.

    • As with many shoulds, AJ, I find myself agreeing but not experiencing. I remember learning about the refraction of light in seventh grade and bleakly contemplating a life without magic–Rainbows would never more be pathways to Paradise. Luckily for my sense of joy, I’ve forgotten the science and still experience the mystery. I wish I wasn’t that way. I’d rather see the science and be awestruck at the immensity of the universe. But often my pleasure in nature is entwined with what I know is not real. Oddly, I know there are no ghosts, elves and magical spirits. I look askance at folk who proclaim there are. But still the weaving of fog through trees on sunny morning will call out my childish belief in another world and “And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild [my knowledge] again.”

  • And I agree, there is romance and/or other feelings to be seen in the photo. I love fog, with it having a strong connection for me with carefree summer evenings.

  • I do love the human figure wearing the leafy crown on the left hand sight. It looks as if she is contemplating the light.

  • Love this picture. You did a great job capturing the rays of light

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