The end to a beautiful spring day in rural America.
Hoping to arrive at our destination before the sun set below the horizon, I was a bit disappointed the sun was too low to illuminate the landscape. The distant trees blocked the light, and the subjects that I intended to photograph during the "golden hour" were now in shadow. Looking around a bit, I noticed the sun on the horizon, filtered by high, wispy clouds; providing the perfect back lighting for a great silhouette- especially next to the distant windmill.
Sometimes the landscape dictates what's going to happen, and when you listen, the outcome is usually better than the one you planned.
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