This was the last shot of the day, when it was almost too dark for any more photos in such a remote area, and I almost walked right past it in the gloom.
This was a spur-of-the-moment shot that I am glad I had the camera in my hand ready for. I actually love the gradient of the cloudy background more than the formation flying.
The tree lives on, green and flourishing, and yet it bears in it's leaves the marks of the battle to survive. I couldn't help thinking of the countries and lives across the world that are scarred by battles and war.
Bleak; and yet stunning in it's mellow autumn colours. Even the brown peat-infused water and rusty barbed wire in the foreground are complimentary in their colouring.
A large and somewhat ordinary toadstool transformed under the spotlight of the glancing rays of evening sun, and garnished with splays of an equally ordinary clump of grass.