Jeremy
I took a couple of hundred photos - the light was tricky, the sun kept darting in and out. A strong wind moved the mist briskly. To the left, right, high, low, but don't think I took any with more to the left. The way I framed it just seems the natural way to frame it to me. I leveled the tripod and then started rotating it slowly until my brain said stop, then I took the picture.
It was a serene, alien moment, alone in the misty cornfield. I often fondly remember times like that.
Larry