Before the real chill of late Autumn set in, Adam and I took a scenic local drive (and really, how lucky am I that I can call this local?) through the mountains, specifically to capture a section of the forest which is made up of myrtle beech trees. There’s a large thicket of these beautiful old Fangorn-esque things, all covered in beardy moss and lichen. It’s such a tranquil, quiet place, disturbed only by the occasional car or lyrebird’s song.
After this section we moved much further down the mountain and took a steep-ish walk through an even eerier grove, this time made up of what I think is a type of paperbark tree.
~ Namárië ~