Through the seasons, my camera and I have often spent hours wandering about Quiet Waters Park; I've never been disappointed. From inhaling the crisp autumn air to listening to the hushed crackling of winter's frost beneath my boots, my Nikon and I have captured, albeit in a small way, that which is fleeting and ever-changing, as ethereal as the light.
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