In most parts of the My yard is blessed with three large mature trees, and every autumn I fill up 30 or 40 bags with leaves. I had just finished bagging when I looked at the dozens of bags that were lined up in front of my house and filled with brown, dried leaves. I was tired and sore. It was cloudy and threatening rain. The trees were nearly all bare and drab. The paper bags were drab. I and the world around me were drab. Then a yellow maple leaf detached itself from a branch somewhere above me and floated into one of the open bags, adding just a spot of color.
I went inside to get my camera.
Click on picture to enlarge. Photograph © 2005 James Jordan.
6 comments:
Great shot James! I've given up counting how many bags of leaves have been removed from our garden. Suffice to say it's at lesat 50 so far!
And I though leaf bagging was something we just did here in the States! I feel your pain.
Beautiful!
I love that picture of the leaves, James. The yellow leaf pulls it all together and allows it to transcend the everyday. Great eye.
Brilliant. I could waste hours here. But they wouldn't be wasted if I enjoyed them, would they?
I'm so glad you did!
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