Another image from yesterday morning. Looking east, towards the village of Huncote, the low mist glowed golden below the rising sun, but looking west the misty landscape provided a soft focus silvery backdrop to the brown of the senescing, soon to be harvested, rape in the foreground. The pylons are inevitably a feature of any photograph that involves the lens facing west – they appear in many sunset shots. The options seem to be either cloning them out, or enjoying and making the most of them as an integral part of our view from the garden. I tend to the latter option.
