One thing that's really struck me this bluebell season is how radically the colour palette of the woodland changes with the rising of the sun. Shooting a few minutes before sunrise saturates the image with cool, vibrant tones and moody blues. Once the sun makes an appearance, however, the bluebells shift towards purples and magentas, and the lime green beech leaves begin to radiate an orange-yellow warmth.
If you're fortunate enough to catch a morning when there's a little mist in the air (as I did a few days ago), then the whole scene melts together like a warm embrace, but mornings like these are notoriously hard to come by.
Bluebell woods may be easy on the eye and an absolute pleasure to spend time in, but they are rigorous task-masters when it comes to finding genuinely engaging compositions. They are naturally wild, unruly locations, and the photographer's 'job' is both to evoke a sense of 'being there', as well as finding elements of simplicity that are calm on the eye.