I always enjoy those summer evenings when the light starts to soften and the sky takes on a life of its own. This evening at White Mill, the greens of the surrounding countryside were still rich and full, while the clouds above were picking up the most beautiful shades of pink as the sun began to set.
I was drawn to the contrast between the colours in the landscape and the softness of the sky. There’s something about that brief window at the end of the day when everything seems to settle, and the changing light makes even a familiar place feel a little different.
I always enjoy those summer evenings when the light starts to soften and the sky takes on a life of its own. This evening at White Mill, the greens of the surrounding countryside were still rich and full, while the clouds above were picking up the most beautiful shades of pink as the sun began to set.
I was drawn to the contrast between the colours in the landscape and the softness of the sky. There’s something about that brief window at the end of the day when everything seems to settle, and the changing light makes even a familiar place feel a little different.
