Bare. Basic. Simple. The wood vine plots a path all its own.
It's the in-between season: between Thanksgiving and Christmas. Everything at the arboretum is quiet, as if in anticipation, waiting...
A photo from the trip in October along the coasts of Oregon and California. On a winding road along the way, we stopped to turn in at the sign for a waterfall. What we found was water and woods dripping in moss.
The air cools, colors fade. Looking for texture within the wind.