We arrived at Herringfleet before sunrise, hoping to capture a captivating chorus of colour. Alas, such a display was not to be, cloud cover resulted in a more melancholic metamorphosis. I must have made hundreds of photographs in Suffolk over the years, but this one is my favourite. Perhaps it’s the serenity and the timeless nature of this beautiful windmill that I find so endearing, or maybe the ‘burnt sienna’ seasoning afforded by that gentle morning light.
We arrived at Herringfleet before sunrise, hoping to capture a captivating chorus of colour. Alas, such a display was not to be, cloud cover resulted in a more melancholic metamorphosis. I must have made hundreds of photographs in Suffolk over the years, but this one is my favourite. Perhaps it’s the serenity and the timeless nature of this beautiful windmill that I find so endearing, or maybe the ‘burnt sienna’ seasoning afforded by that gentle morning light.