|Remember the fallen|
Thematic's fall colors submissions still being accepted here
There's a certain amount of irony in a leaf's final days of existence. Only at the very end of its life does it morph into something so spectacularly shaded that it'll stop you dead in your tracks while you're walking. Unfortunately, by then it's already begun to shrivel up and die before your very eyes.
I'm sure it didn't take long for this leaf to be swept by the blustery winds into the nearby river, or under a bush, or into the shadowy spot behind the rusted Dumpster behind the parking garage, where it would inevitably shrivel some more into a forgotten, crispy brown shadow of its former self. We knew we had to shoot fast on this miserable, grey afternoon, because it wouldn't be long before this was all gone.
Life begins, grows, ages and ends. A leaf is no different than we are. Getting another year to appreciate the cycle is a blessing in itself.
Your turn: So where did this leaf end up? Make up a story, k?