Wood walks at sunset time (Memories from Manchester IV)
One of the best memories I bring from my stay in Manchester are the walks on the woods they call "Boggart Hole Clough", a big park with enough for fairy tale like scenarios for every lover of tales and Nature, in Moston or Harpurhey (I've never understood the boundaries of these two places, as they were connected; but that didn't bother me; my concern were the walks, the birds, the absorbing the natural and artistic heritage of the place where I was, as it always is; otherwise, I could have well saved a lot of money, stayed at home and see nothing, learn nothing). I love the colours at the end of the day, particularly the greens of the leaves with the setting sun on them. I miss those walks a lot.
Why these dark light photos of just trees? That's the inside of a forest; that's the sight of those descriptions I read in countless books when I was a child, with woods and woods, dark woods where you could lose yourself in, and so on, adventure books, fairy tale books, etc. Obviously one cannot really get lost in Boggart Hole Clough; one will always come to a path and get out somewhere nearby. But the imago was this; And let us preserve the fantasy and best moments we had, before we are overwhelmed by a too sterile life.
P.S.: For the Brits watching this, could you possibly explain me what a "boggart" and a "clough" are? And no, I don't mean the "boggarts" from Harry Potter. :-))
Moston, Manchester, England.