The cold wind floods the deserted area, and makes you feel like Mother Nature injected you with liquid nitrogen. The colours of orange, red, and yellow which were once a bright green break free and flood the sky only for a moment.  The bare, gritty ground is soon partially painted with these new temporary colours.  The surface is covered with different textures that vary in some places, from very fine to rough and jagged.  A worn path is engraved from the ground to a suspended structure that has seemed to be there for many years, and has been through many seasonal changes.  The dark old rotted boards creek as the wind blows, the structure shows large chips of wood gone from the boards like a war veteran showing their battle wounds.  The boards are supported by a rusty structure of metal poles that seem to have a few more years of life in them.  The water flows freely under the beaten up dock and crashes among the shore like a car smashing into a wall.  As the water seeps up the shore it takes the fallen colours like a thief shoplifting from the local corner store.  The multi-colour array of leaves covers the surfaced of the constant changing shoreline.  The leaves slowly drift out further and further on the glass surface of the lake.

Ryan Buchan