This is my favorite time of year for a walk.

I love the way the wind rustles the trees.

I love to see the last leaf clinging to a branch with all its might. The little leaf that could.

I love the way the leaves sound when they scrabble across the asphalt streets.

I love the way they look collecting on drains and hugging fences and pooling at the base of a tree.

I love they way they crunch under my feet, and scatter as fast as I can rake them.

I’m usually looking out or up when I’m looking for a shot.

Sometimes, you have to look down.

Sunday rolls around right on time.

Elen