The midsummer full moon casts its pale light over the skeletal remains of a deceased oak.
Twilight's Path
‘Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat
With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,
Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn
As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path
Against the pilgrim, borne in heedless hum’
– William Collins (1721–1759), Ode to Evening.
"Once in a while (helped by a bit of planning) everything comes together and you take a photograph that feels really satisfying. However much one reads about artists/photographers trying and failing, taking many shots to end up with that one that works, it’s hard to remember. Just keep showing up, keep doing what you do, it won’t always work out, but sometimes things flow and something special can come through." - Jasper Goodall...
Category
2010s Contemporary Landscape Photography
MaterialsArchival Pigment, Color, Photographic Paper