When we first arrived I noticed how different the trail looked since I had last been there, before the leaves had really fallen. If I hadn’t known where I was I wouldn’t have recognized the place. The vast majority of the leaves had fallen, now collected as dead matter at my feet. After making my first preliminary sketch I decided to sit on a log and really take in my surroundings. I listened to the rustling of leaves all around me and eventually looked up where I could watch the trees sway in the heavy breeze. They are able to safely lean with the wind more than I expected them to, rarely staying still.