The true color of these leaves is not well represented in this image. It’s more of a blue-red than orange-red as it seems here, but no amount of color balancing helped, so I left the original image as is.
As I was looking for the best angle, I noticed the leaves were dropping from this tree like snowflakes. It occurred to me that the best, most colorful part of autumn is over as quickly as tulips in the spring, and I should make the most of this day to capture fall color in Old Town.
I’m not much for poetry. I don’t really get most symbolism or literary devices. I’m a simple Philistine with a big vocabulary. But as I was driving, some phrases came into my head, and this is how this poem came to be:
by Marie McC
Attracted by their flame red glow,
Leaves falling silent as the snow.
I’d better capture while I can
This fleeting part of nature’s plan.