October 14, 2013

The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept.  How beautifully the leaves grow old! How full of light and color are their last days! – John Burroughs

 

FOCUS:  Nature

Sitting at my desk this morning, I became distracted from my work by the sound of rain, and the sight of leaves swirling around outside my window.  The frenzy of unsettled weather was alternating between sudden gusts of wind and a quiet stillness as the newly fallen leaves settled into place on the ground.  Inspired by the scene, I grabbed my camera and set out to capture the energy of the day.