One of my favourite things about winter is the early evening light, the golden hour just before the sun goes down.
Cycling around, I stumbled across a temple I had not seen before. This happens a surprising amount. Temples are often on the top af a hill, the stairs winding to them set discretely into the roadside and easy to stroll past un-noticed. On the way back down the sun began to set, diffusing softly through the trees to give a warm and hazy orange glow- perfect for a picture. My friend jumped a few steps, adding a bit of action to the shot.