Spring can be quite capricious. One day you may sunbathe and another day you take on a winter jacket and take photos of snow covering juicy green beech leaves.
That day I visited that place for the first time. I needed to stroll for some time to find such wonderful mist. It was completely quiet, snow was melting under my feet turning into mud and I could hear my heart beating.
Everytime I take photos in the forest in the milky fog it is the same. Feelings of solitude and emptiness are so overwhelming that I want to come back as soon as possible, but at the same time excitment and admiration for nature as well as this irrational desire for solitude make me stay and imbibe all these feelings.