I cannot tell if the colors in this picture contains a filter of some sort, but if it does I really like it. I like the darkness that turn in to light as the road continues. Also the clouds that consume the mountains have the perfect shade of white.
Robert Frost: "Pods of summer crowd around the door, / I take them in the autumn of my hands. / Last night I heard the first cold wind outside; / The wind blew soft, and yet I shiver twice: / Once for thin walls, once for the sound of time."