A cornucopia of seemingly endless leaves …

… everywhere …

… singly …

… and in drifts …

… piles and heaps …

… or just as a few here …

… or there.

They can’t be stopped or slowed, as inexorable …

… as breathing.
Happy Saturday.
A cornucopia of seemingly endless leaves …

… everywhere …

… singly …

… and in drifts …

… piles and heaps …

… or just as a few here …

… or there.

They can’t be stopped or slowed, as inexorable …

… as breathing.
Happy Saturday.
There are many lovely symbols and rituals associated with autumn, but all of them are bittersweet, implying as they do the death of the season and the impending colder months.

Big bins of honey crisp apples, cool and crunchy; the last of summer in their sweetness.

Restless swathes of leaves, swirling and settling, settling and swirling.

Green with yellow highlights becomes a lovely and familiar sight.
Happy Friday; happy Thanksgiving weekend. 🦃

Frost “…at the center of it all .. your eyes….” Blackstar by David Bowie (2016)
Frost
A beautiful frosty leaf from Achim Bornemann. There is such beauty in decay.