Last one standing

Hidden in the depths of Friston Forest is an army of beech soldiers. Often as far as the eye can see these straight trees stand tall and are spectacular year round.
I’d been aiming to get these trees surrounded in thick autumn mist, an almost haunted photograph filled with atmosphere. On this occasion the mist fell short, yet the visit was pleasant as always.
There were odd patches of colour among rows and rows or beech trees and I was determined to find a tree in leaf that was central and stood out.