Crunch

This week I’ve been going to Bass lake every day. On the misty mornings and the cold mornings.

I love to walk around it and hear the fallen leaves on the trailĀ  crunch underneath my feet. The ultimate Autumn sound.

There was still some color to be seen.

Although most color was on the ground was rustling between my shoes. .

 

“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.”

~Eric Sloane