October seems to hold a bit of magic in her pocket. Maybe it’s that dead wind that keeps the salty air lingering til sun down … I have fond memories of October sunsets and surfs.
All of these dreamy colors
— unspoken words of dependency
notes of smoke in the air
limitless potential as a new season approaches
— but conflicting dark undertones try to get in the way
I love this month.
( shot with canon 5d mark iv / sigma 100-500mm )