Photographing the Rain in the Black Forest of Germany

Photographing in the rain in the Black Forest of Germany - Ferns

I really hate the rain. I always have done. I don’t like being wet. I don’t like the rain on my glasses. I don’t like it when I have wet trousers that stick to your skin and chill you to the bone. I’ve come to the conclusion that I belong somewhere warm and dry, like the south of Spain or Mexico perhaps. Strange, then, that I have ended up living in one of the wettest parts of one of the wettest countries in the world, the west coast of Scotland.

In 2023 we were nestled in a campsite in the Black Forest of Germany near to a town called Freudenstadt. The campsite was by far the most expensive on that particular journey but for nature-loving people like us it was simply perfect. Wildlife was abundant and nature carried on its life around us. I even saw my first beaver, gliding across the Langbrunnenweiher lake close to the campsite. Bats swooped silently down to catch insects amongst awning guylines and woodpeckers woke us in the morning.  

We didn’t want to do anything more than simply wander along one of the trails and sit to watch the birds flitting about the blueberry bushes in the warm sunshine.

On the last day of our stay the rain started and it absolutely poured down. In spite of the rain I knew that I could make some nice photographs so I dug out our umbrella, clipped the dog into his harness and the two of us went for a final goodbye-walk in the forest before we headed home. I was so glad to have fought against my hatred of the very rain that created and shaped this forest because the woodlands were transformed into a beautifully misty wonderland. 

The rain-soaked plants and trees looked almost metallic, their colours enhanced by the constant downpour. Small birds nestled along the branches closest to the tree trunks and bumblebees rested inside the flowers of the plentiful foxgloves whilst Chip collected his daily allocation of ticks in his white fur.

Eventually we had completed our loop around the small lake on which the ducks carried on with their daily business, unbothered by the large raindrops, and headed back to the campervan to dry off before moving on to the next place. In stark contrast, we finished that day in the French city of Strasbourg which was being locked down tight for fear of the riots which came later that night. 

I desperately wanted to return to the forest, even in the rain.

Photographing in the rain in the Black Forest of Germany - Darmera
Photographing in the rain in the Black Forest of Germany - Misty Trees

Photographing in the rain in the Black Forest of Germany - Foxglove in the ferns
Photographing in the rain in the Black Forest of Germany - Fern Frond