It was a misty morning high up in the Knuckles mountain range. The mist had set in early and lay heavy over the pygmy forest, an eeri silence was cast through out the forest. The birds were quiet and the wind had disappeared. It had weaved its way through the trees, the branches were busy grasping for the little sun that comes through. A light break in the mist allowed the glow of the sun to push through onto the forest canopy. It was at this moment I was able to photograph the this image with some back light peeking through the mist. Luckily I was already set up with my tripod it was just a matter of changing the lens to a wide angle.