There’s something about November at Turkey Run that feels like the world exhaling. The crowds disappear. The cliffs go dark and dramatic. The leaves crackle under your boots in a way that makes even silence feel textured. It’s the kind of place that doesn’t ask for posing or pretending, it just pulls you in and lets you be.

Yovanni and Abby wandered those trails with me on a chilly evening when the last of autumn was clinging to the trees. We explored the moss covered canyons and the slow peaceful river, letting the landscape shape our session. The forest made them small, and somehow that made the love feel bigger.

Turkey Run is one of those places where the earth feels ancient, like it’s been holding stories long before we got here. On this day, it held theirs too. Soft laughter echoing off the rock walls. Slow steps through cold creek beds. A couple who feels steady and sure, even in the wild