The Autumn leaves, they gathered, that day of all day's, purely by random happenstance, a free fall melee. They discussed life and death as only Autumn leaves can, not knowing that death had occurred, not wired for such. Nor did they realize that in their gathering of demise was presented, the beauty an unwitting sacrifice, for just a moment in time. I backpedaled in passing, a firsthand witness, intuition telling me, this was by design. My camera a time machine, I recorded their last moments, to save for posterity, a homage to be.
December 14th, 2016
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