Impressionist sunset forest

I am not now, nor have I ever been, an experimental photographer. I don't even like to do simple things like changing eye color, deleting wrinkles, or making artful composites of things I wish had been there in the first place but weren't. My picture taking has always been straight-arrow exact, so what's in the frame is pretty near exactly what I saw. But sometimes, I let my exactitude wander a bit and this is the result: a sunset shot taken at twilight while I was focusing on the trees across the street. There was a little pool of late-afternoon color I wanted to capture, and that would have made a nice shot, except that the autofocus wasn't behaving, there was so little light that the camera shutter had to stay open for a full second or two, and it was chilly enough to make my hands shake. Absolute accuracy is fine; a little bit of Impressionism is not bad, either. These aren't water lilies, but I suspect that had Monet painted the forest, the canvas would have looked a lot like this image.