Autumn in the Valley

Last year, I managed to get out and photograph autumn in the ancient woodlands of the Elan Valley.
The colours were unreal — golds, reds, and deep greens weaving through misty air and quiet paths.
It’s almost poetic. There’s something timeless about that place; every fallen leaf feels like a torn page from a history book — a fragment of a much older story shared with the present.
Here’s what I captured.