The tide times weren’t quite favourable during my stay at Mt Saint Michel. Spent most of the daytime location scouting through tick mud to find a composition that doesn’t only include dried out fields.
Capturing the Mont Saint Michel rising from the mist was something I had envisioned, but really didn’t think I’d have such luck in summer, especially when everything was dried out in the area.
But low and behold, it happened. It only lasted a few minutes, but was a wonderful experience. In love with the soft tones in this image.