Landscape photography is so much about chance, one can either despair or accept it with a shrug. This time I was lucky.
Yesterday morning I went out to take some images of the morning fog. I wanted to go for remote details, thus I took the Sigma 50/1.4 off and replaced it with the Nikon 70-300 VR. This was chance and happened out of a fancy.
Then I had zoomed out to 300mm to take an image of the trees on the pasture down by the side of the street. There was no sun and I intended a gloomy November image, but just in that moment a rift in the cloud opened and a streak of light rapidly shifted across the scene.
Arguably the arrangement of the three trees is not perfect, but every thought of moving only 20 meters to the left was ridiculous. The moment was over in seconds. I could only accept it with a shrug.