Green changes to gold against a fog enshrouded shoreline. The sun hazed through just in front of me, the background receded to a bank of fog. A twist of two color temperatures.
The sun was breaching the fog. The red dogberries stood out intently against the receding mist.
The ducks swam the edge of the fog bank. There was little to shoot against so I asked them to move to the left, just a little...
The morning light offered me backlighting. And shadow. And soft, subdued light through a distant fog. The simple way of man. I willingly accepted.
A birch tree is gold. It hugs the shoreline and braces itself to the green forest. The late autumn sun skims the landscape, contrast is golden.