A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.
Photographed at the Lake in Phillipsport, New York, USA on a foggy autumn morning.
Composed in Photoshop.
Textures courtesy of Shadowhouse Creations.