'Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?'

D and I went for a walk in the Great Wood at Felbrigg Hall today and managed to get lost because of the mist.  Every so often we would hear the disjointed conversations of others and sometimes see their ghostly forms in the distance.  We trailed some deer but sadly they were too far away for my camera to capture a decent photo.  It was still fun pretending to be explorers though.  

I think I have a fascination with trees as I take so many photos of them.  I feel small and young compared to them.  Even though they do not move or speak they can evoke feelings and have personalities.  One day I'd like to plant a tree and take photos of how much it grows each year :)