Autumn…makes a double demand. It asks that we prepare for the future–that we be wise in the way of garnering and keeping. But it also asks that we learn to let go–to acknowledge the beauty of sparseness. ~~ Bonaro W Overstreet
Do others feel a pull to take this sort of photo every fall? Seems I always find a red leaf amongst all the golden and brown leaves, or an oak leaf caught in the autumn-brown tall prairie grasses. Always looking for the odd one out. The trees are close to bare. Naked branches. All the color pulled from the grasses. Cold winds blowing, whistling, teasing. Trying to hold on to autumn a while longer, yet silently acknowledging winter’s approach.
And yet, the crimson leaf makes me smile, if only deep inside my heart. Red leaf, heart leaf.
The crimson leaf is my favorite too.