I am indebted to trees.
Not simply because they supply the air I breathe, but because they literally give their lives that I may create crafts of beauty and grace.
I originally started this photo series as a way to notice the intimate details of life, the small things as it were. It has been almost exactly a year since the last posting. Yet, whether I post or not, the practice has definitely changed the way I see the world.
“The trees of the fields shall clap their hands…”
And their bright leaves fall.
Storm winds and rain cast leaves upon a variety of surfaces.
Leaves are lovely any season, but I find that fall leaves in the rain have a particular beauty all their own.
falling leaves of color
serve as the canvas for
this edition of the series
Rain is the accent to simple beauty.
workers march before me ~
follow the way of the leaf ~
caught by shutterbug
I walk in the mist,
raindrops are crystal diamonds,
gifts for my phone lens.
Leaves fall in the night.
Pasted by dew to the car.
Found by shutter bug.
Timing is everything
and I am not always in control of my time keeping.
Yet often I find that I am where I need to be
and I see
what at a different hour would have remained unseen.
The rain begins to fall.
A deer enters an urban yard.
Suddenly I am where the wild intervenes.