With night growing longer and eyes set on the winter solstice, I turned around this week for one last glimpse of fall. I hiked through our neighborhood to collect remnants of fallen leaves that had not yet been raked or had not yet begun their process of becoming fertilizer for spring’s flowers. Then, peering through my macro lens, I took a look at them. This is what I observed.
The leaves up close spoke to me of decline, decay, honesty, vulnerability, and in their own way, a dignified beauty. I never cease to be amazed at the wondrous discoveries that open to me when I look little and see small.
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Contributed by Sharon Brown Christopher