Golden hour is that magical time before the sun sets, where the light low across the horizon emphasizes the golden tones of anything it touches. As the sun was slowly disappearing over the hill at last night’s stop, I had enough time to take some shots. These two, and the one at the top, are the ones I liked the best.
These two trees stood alone in an otherwise bare field, but with the right angle and the golden light, it’s clear they own that field.
I love old trees, they are survivors. I walked almost all the way around this one to get the right view of it, and held the camera about a foot off the ground to hide the fence behind because I wanted the tree to be the only thing you see in this image.
A good photograph is knowing where to stand.