Penning Photography Daily

I like how the tree was leaning out, over the lake, towards the sunset.

It was that magic “golden hour” light at the end of a day, and it was cold. I was taking advantage of the time to myself, watching the setting sun. The changing light was turning everything into shades of gold. Shadows were lengthening as if the coming dark of night was slowly spilling out across the landscape.

The cold was seeping into my bones, making me put alternate hands into my coat pockets, in an effort to keep my fingers from freezing. Aside from my hands, not much else was complaining of the encroaching freeze.

The sky and the sun were enough to keep me rooted. I was just warm enough. Thankfully the wind was nearly calm.

It was a good day to be cold.