I rode past Watersley that morning and the colors stopped me cold. The trees were on fire, the air crisp… one of those moments you know won’t last long.
The view was too big for one frame, so I shot it in pieces… five, maybe six. Then I stitched it all together in Lightroom, brought out that deep, golden tone, and let the photo breathe.
Sometimes you don’t plan the shot… it just happens.