One of the things I regularly do is sit outside — back patio in the morning, front porch in the afternoon or evening — and watch stuff and birds and bugs unconcerned with quarantines go about their business.
I figure that, perhaps, others might be interested in seeing some of what captures my attention . . . or not, in which case, stop reading and go do something else.
Still here? OK.
Last week — on a chilly and somewhat blustery morning — I sat outside, sipping my coffee when a big leaf blew in from the side and landed onto the cement patio. It sat there for a bit, then a swirl of wind had it dance around in circles before depositing it against a metal flower pot base. It was standing up on its edge, leaning as if it was going to whip out a cigarette and have itself a smoke.
I watched it for a good two minutes before it dawned on me it might make a nice photo . . . but, of course, the moment I raised the camera it flopped back down. I still took the shot (above) and put the camera back down.
Naturally, it flipped up again but not for long enough for me to deploy my Nikon . . . but I still snapped a shot.
Anyway, I kept my camera at the ready in case the leaf was going to try anything funny.
But, no . . . the wind just picked it up for another swirl around the patio and it settled in another location . . . so I snapped another photo.
Anyway, the wind moved it around some more and I wondered why it wasn’t taking it away . . . I think it wanted to play photography with me.
What? Oh, it’s like a version of fetch, except I snap a photo whenever a new pose is offered.
But, still, I was curious why — after blowing in through a bunch of shrubs and trees — the leaf wasn’t able to continue on with its journey, especially since it had a wide opening to the lawn and beyond.
And, curious I was about the relatively pristine shape of the leaf. I mean, we’ve had lots of rain, some hail, lots of wind, and there was a large leaf looking relatively intact. I mean, dead and curled up, but I could see no tears or holes.
Sadly, just a few days later, it would meet its fate at the hands . . . er . . . blades of my mulching mower. Or, at least, a leaf that looked remarkably similar.
Well, OK, there were probably a couple of hundreds leaves all looking about the same scattered through my yard (courtesy of neighbors who don’t do a good job during their half-assed fall clean-up). Them leaves all got mulched . . . but I still have a few I pressed last Fall. Eventually, I’ll see how they’re doing and maybe photograph them.
If you’re not numb and near paralyzed with excitement from the above, perhaps you would enjoy a gallery with B&G&W treatments of the above . . .
Anyway, stay safe, and if you feel like reading three short stories, and if then you feel like voting for your favorite “F” story HERE, well, shucks, that would awesome just be.
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