Thursday, October 25, 2012
With the frost yesterday, everything was muted a bit and the colors were softer. The fog made the landscape seem very isolated and lonely, but in a good way. I love that the tracks of the machinery that cut the hay are still visible and the tips of the stubble are frosted white. It seems so forgotten after a busy summer of harvesting. That's what winter does, it hides everything that is so bright and full of vitality in the summer. Of course I forgot my tripod at home, so this was taken with the camera on the bumper of my car with the timer set. Yep, nothing by skill here.