sometimes it seems
all of the days are gray
and the doors closed
without a glimpse of the one
who steps across the threshold
you are the one who walks in the rain past the curious stares of dry children in their after school program coloring within
and further along past the empty storefronts waiting for new tenants
you smile at the woman smoking beneath the dripping eaves
the open sign flashing red behind her
inside at home it is warm
the lights cast off the chill
but you know that you can
never ever leave the gray behind
Rain is the adhesive for falling leaves, creating mechanical trees.
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