Saturday, December 11, 2010
While on our Thanksgiving camping trip, I became infatuated with the rustling falling leaves. So many had already flown off of their branches while others seemed flighty and anxious to be moving on. Many were still attached and wavered like a loose tooth. Non appeared reticent, attempting to hold on, but rather wiggled around boldly facing forward into their new season. I liked that and put it on this page.