hear their own voices,
ignoring the wind.
I was looking for serenity and found it in the waving, wind-blown branches of stately oaks and maples. I was carrying only my tiny point and shoot, as I so often do when I walk in my neighborhood. So the quality could be better. But the wind will speak to you, just the same.
If you listen closely you will hear a dog barking and birds singing. But mostly, you will hear the sound of the wind rushing through the boughs. Thanks for stopping by and sharing autumn with me!
Text, images, and video c 2007 Lynda Lehmann.