Autumn maples. Japanese garden. Solitude.
18 frames taken in still air. The maples had turned, the garden was empty, and the light through the canopy was doing something worth stopping for. This one was about presence, not performance.
Autumn maples. Japanese garden. Solitude.
18 frames taken in still air. The maples had turned, the garden was empty, and the light through the canopy was doing something worth stopping for. This one was about presence, not performance.
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