In the absolute silence of early morning , last leaves are drifting away from trees as if with a soft sign. Standing on the street of Balmoral Bay with my brush and easel , i seemed to have abandoned myself to the thrill of the moment hearing nothing but crunchy sound of leaves trodden by lone steps in the crispy morning air , and my own quickened heart beat . A quick oil sketch early this morning on Balmoral Bay of Brandon, Manitoba.
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