End of Autumn
I have revisited this tree many times. Something about its shape attracts me. It’s not particularly characterful especially surrounded by the beautiful lone oaks of this park. How its stands proud by itself on this hill in the middle of a meadow feels harmonious. On this particular day late in fall, it held on to its beautiful yellow leaves just long enough. The dense fog that was rolling in and out helped to silhouette my subject against a blank moody canvas. The edge of a flock of migrating birds just made their way into the frame to balance the scene nicely and add more to the story. This was my favorite encounter with this tree.