There is a yellow field, nestling in a small valley, which sways gently in the breeze. It is surrounded by deep green trees and amongst them, a thatched cottage sits with an elevated view across the scene. I haven’t found it yet, but I have found many picturesque alternatives on my travels. Like this one, in canton Fribourg.
Searching for viewpoints, poring over maps, dodging power lines, and coming home with classic landscape images.
Rain clouds gathering over the Jura mountains, before coursing down to Lake Neuchâtel, near the unofficial border between French- and German-speaking Switzerland.
A rapeseed field next to the old road into Cirencester.