Ragged sails of mist stretch out and push Autumn’s vessel ever onward through the season’s watery depths.
Spiders, industrious as ever, spin their lacy webs, lurk behind the eerie brightness of flower and berry, sidle out into silvery weird-light, pounce.
Silent and still, baubles of water hold, a gift from the Fey.
Fairy landscape! Puck capers and cartwheels between delicate skeins of web and blushing pink of petal.