The bleakest autumn mornings have their own artistic beauty. The early light has been flat and white every day recently, and today was a perfect example. Wreathed in mist, the trees took on a feathery quality and the landscape was as shades of black ink on a grey wash.
The barest outline of the sun is visible above the trees through morning cloud.
A mosaic of green and gold in an otherwise monochrome scene. I liked the contrast between the stark, black branches set against a white sky and the dapple of autumn colour.