Though the mist
A favourite group of trees for me, I love photographing them from the top of near by hill. It’s usually best in autumn and one year I capture in late autumn with in a heavy frost, that photo hangs on my wall. So when presented with a very misty morning inevitably I headed for these trees, but from my preferred view point the mist was too thick and I could see the trees. I made my way down the hill and the trees started to emerge from the mist. I needed to keep some elevation to keep the shape so before I lost that I took the photo and moved on from what I thought was a bad job. Fourteen months later a bad job becomes I fond memory of the morning which I’m now going to post as I have nothing new to post.
Though the mist
A favourite group of trees for me, I love photographing them from the top of near by hill. It’s usually best in autumn and one year I capture in late autumn with in a heavy frost, that photo hangs on my wall. So when presented with a very misty morning inevitably I headed for these trees, but from my preferred view point the mist was too thick and I could see the trees. I made my way down the hill and the trees started to emerge from the mist. I needed to keep some elevation to keep the shape so before I lost that I took the photo and moved on from what I thought was a bad job. Fourteen months later a bad job becomes I fond memory of the morning which I’m now going to post as I have nothing new to post.