Vegetables, grown on a patio, sit atop an oak barrel.
Green to gold in the autumn sun.
With the sun breaching the fog bank the red dogberries jumped out against the ocean and mist.
The ducks swam the edge of the fog bank. There was little to shoot against so I asked them to move to the left, just a little...
The morning light offered me backlighting. And shadow. And soft, subdued light through a distant fog. The simple way of man. I willingly accepted.
A birch tree is gold. It hugs the shoreline and braces itself to the green forest. The late autumn sun skims the landscape, contrast is golden.