Dark woods, darker woods, as the twilight fades, slowly shadows, slower shadows nestle in the haze. softly falls, softer falls the last leaves of the trees, the sunset's yellow laughter echoes through the glistening eaves.
Analysis: This shoot was taken of a really mystery war in the forest. It is scary as well because you can`t see were you walking, what your aim is because of the fog. It links to my sense of place because it contains leading lines.