Day Number 32…
Autumns brew stirs mysteriously amid All Hallow’s Eve. Bwahaha.
Day Number 13…
The Wanting Pool.
Field Notes: Early shot. Tripod on the fritz. Jitters from java. Slippery surface. Sound of riffles coupled with scolding jays. Two tone maples. And the jealous 85mm putting in some time.
Pretty enough for a postcard.
And this fell to my advantage. Color sequenced slopes while a mottled canary canopy begins its shift.