Golden light spills over rolling fields, the harvest moon hanging low. Shadows stretch long across the land, bending with the curves of the earth. A quiet hum lingers in the air—ripe wheat, damp soil, the promise of rest after labor. Night settles gently, heavy with abundance.
A luminous twilight landscape where fields and sky merge in quiet harmony, dotted with the soft glow of distant cottages.
A deserted villa bathed in golden twilight, where nature and decay intertwine under Palmer’s dreamlike brush.