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.
one more in my series of photography featuring dried flowers.
