Fall seems to be bleeding towards winter now. I found this rainbeaten leaf on the pavement on the Springwater Corridor today, its skeletal structure slowly exposing itself to the elements, its color fading to a softly muted brown.
From new moon to new moon I take a daily walk. Something finds me along the way. I photograph it; it comes home with me. This is an exploration of daily practice, of ritual, of context, and of the act of noticing, paying attention. Join me.