The Story of Leaves

Dried leaves in winter.

Truly, without my camera and my determination to seek out beauty, winter would be dreadful for me. So it is with this unfurled scroll of dried leaves.

The colors of winter, pale browns and greens and grays, appear utterly luscious to me in this image. There is a softness and fragility to these organic structures in the deadest moment of the year, and something graceful and lambent about the light.


A Year Ago: A Bend in the River

Great Falls, VAIt’s snowing here. A lot. The first blizzard was dubbed “Snowpocalypse.” I’m calling this one “Snowmaggedon…”
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