On the return from the Fairy Pools, the mountains began to shift under the weight of dusk. A cold shoulder of frost caught the light just as it slipped behind the ridge, soft, fleeting, and perfectly timed.

The textures revealed themselves all at once: velvet greens turned bronze, shadow carved into slope. It was a study in contrast, warmth falling across winter’s edge.

What felt like the end of the shoot became the highlight. Proof that the best light often waits until you're ready to put the camera away.

Photo by: Bradley Basten