CLOUD CHASING AUTUMN'S EMBRACE

As foliage begin their shift, a crisp breeze whispers over the canopy. It carries with it the fragrance of decay and hope for days to come. The skies above transform into a tapestry of golds, oranges, reds. Each cloud drifts across this ever-changing vista, Oil Cartridges a ballet of light and shadow. It's a epoch for contemplation, for searching