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.