I was wandering the creek banks, watching the final breath of autumn unfold right before me. As someone drawn to shapes, textures, color, and the power of a strong composition, this quiet corner caught my eye.
A handful of leaves had surrendered to the season, carried by the stream until they nestled into a wedge between the rocks. I set up my tripod and used a long exposure, allowing the flowing water to blur into a soft, silky ribbon—a gentle contrast to the crispness of the leaves and the faint traces of morning frost still clinging to the rocks.
Movement, Texture, and the Last Breath of Fall
There’s movement in this composition—both literal and visual—and the way it all works together reminds me why autumn is my favorite time of year. That fleeting beauty, just before it disappears.
Available in a Limited Edition of 25, with 2 Artist Proofs.
