The Photography of Dr. Jeff Harper

With my wonderful wife playing a round of golf at a nearby course, I was free to ramble in the forest.

There were different kinds of woods.

The trail was good, and well-maintained. But each kind of forest had one thing in common . . . incredibly interesting and beautiful bark!  Barkscapes.

I spent Saturday morning walking in the Haughton County Park outside of Alford, Scotland.  There was much to see.

Haughton County Park encompasses a variety of landscapes, including a motorhome park, a stately mansion, and some wild forest land.

I wasn't the first person to visit these woods.  In fact, in the summer, when the campground and RV park fills up, I bet these woods are crawling with visitors . . . I don't mind.  I'm glad with the thought  people are out of their homes . . . and not in front of their television sets.

There are often very strong storms in Scotland with fierce winds.  There is a history of these storms in the blown down trees that litter the forest floor.

Some of the fallen trees have been down for a long time and show the action of time and weather.

The great winds have literally ripped some of the trees apart.

Broken, ripped, dried, and weathered.

Otherworldly landscapes in old wood.

Dreams in wood and bark.

A few of the fallen trees had been cut, revealing rings, patterns of color, and clefts.

Grounded stumps.

A history of slow healing.

Torn and cut.

Nature's Art.

Some trees had been on the forest floor for a very long time and were in a state of advanced decomposition.

The old and dead nurturing the new and living.

The living trees in this wood had their own strange beauty.

As is often the case, family members of the old estates traveled throughout the British Empire and brought back exotic trees and seeds.

Exposed to the sun over the winter months, the trees take on a green-tinged coating of light moss.

I had to remember that these trees were alive, in several senses of the word.  They were forming: changing, developing, and reacting.

A story left behind in scars . . . like people.

There was a mix of pines.

Pine bark, with its shattered, ever-expanding surfaces.

Another kind of pine/evergreen with a dusting of lichen.

Deep within the deep and dark forest . . . .

Late Winter, early Spring growth pushing the old bark away.

The work of woodsmen here and there.

Swirling, ripped, and torn beauty.

A Winter forest just waking up to Spring.

There have only been a few days of sunshine and "warm" weather since October, but the ferns were beginning to unfurl.

I was surprised, and mystified upon discovering this structure in the deep forest.

For the life of me I couldn't figure out what in the world it could be!

This open area in the forest was on the other side of the wooden structure . . .

Ah!  The Vale of Alford Curling Club forest curling pond . . . . now empty after the winter season.  What a surprise to see!

There were strategically placed benches in the wood.  I sat next to this interesting stone, the only stone I saw in the forest.  Little did I know just how interesting it was.  It was a named stone:  The Gordon Stane.

George Gordon, Lord of the Gordon Clan was laid out here after perishing is the Battle of Alford on July 2, 1645.  It seems the forest I was walking through had been a battlefield 371 years ago.

I walked through the boggy forest for many hours.

Such a beautiful place

I walked out of the forest and into the parkland that surrounds the mansion.

A line of exotic evergreens marked the drive to the mansion.

Haughton House mansion, a listed property,not part of the county park, and the offices of a very large RV and camping facility.

The daffodils were everywhere.

It felt like Spring  . . . at last!

Thank you Aberdeenshire for keeping such a wonderful park in such good shape.

I walked the mile back into the village of Alford and into the Grampian Transport Museum, where I work as a volunteer.  It was another great day in Scotland.