Leaves
Japanese maple in Whirlowbrook Park They call it The Fall in North America but here in England we only call it Autumn. Trees draw in their breaths and summer becomes but a memory. Deciduous trees deprive their leaves of sustenance and many of them change colour as they prepare to fall. Leaves. That's a funny word when you come to think of it. Leaving is about goodbyes and endings and autumn leaves are also about that. Leaves leave us speechless at times - such is their autumnal beauty. Beauty in death. If only it was always that way. This lovely autumn, I have frequently walked amongst or upon leaves without a camera, failing to record a lot of the loveliness I have seen - the colours, the patterns, the way that leaves have been blown into beautiful collages - each leaf a little different from the next. No two leaves are ever quite the same. I came out of this house on Thursday and saw a leaf attached by moisture to the bodywork of my new car - Butch. It was the und...