Red Top Mountain
A lone jet ski meanders it's way across the deserted lake. The leaves and pine needles crunch under our feet. Fall is beginning to breath into the hearts of the trees and whisper secrets to the grass. Time needs no watch to tell that it is passing. That is why we try to capture it. To package it in a box of reflection that seeks to defy the passing. The constant march towards forever.
Shot with the Fuji X100S & processed in Lightroom 5 with VSCOfilm and Nik Software