Woods, Gougane Barra, Co. CorkOctober in these woods and the ground was soaked. I'd parked at the lake and walked in under the canopy expecting the usual greens, but the oaks had turned overnight. Rust, copper, deep gold against moss so saturated it was almost luminous. Overcast sky doing exactly what you want it to. Soft, even light with no harsh shadows to fight. What drew me was how the trees recede into fog here. Each trunk a fraction more muted than the last, until the