Up I-59 lies this small channel, untouched except to the seasons. We don't have many of those here, but Fall is my favorite. The coolness in the air, the changing of forestry. I've passed by this little channel an endless amount of times. It was always interesting, but I never stopped to take a photo, until a foggy morning on my way up to the flea market. It finally felt right, as if nature painted itself. I'm glad I was there to make a photo of it.
Shot on 120 Film.