After the old wizard passed the Guardian of the Moor and entered the path to the White, Light Moor he returned to the junction and slept there for the night. He looked at the images in his magic cube and was happy about the stolen results.
In the morning when the fog was still covering the landscape he accessed the black, dark moor through another secret path.
The black dark moor was covered with fog and the silhouettes of the trees, which looked like marching giants and warriors frightens the old wizard. He quickly stole a few images of the scene and returned to his home and a hot cup of tea.
Thank you for your interest and patience.
In my next post I will explain what the “Moorland Photography Concept” is all about.
Happy days. Reinhold