Personal52 (Week #4)

The fallen.

There’s nothing quite so desolate, yet breathtaking, as fall. The landscape changes, seemingly overnight, from fresh green leaves and new growth, to a barren wasteland. We spend weeks waiting for “the turn”, then suddenly the leaves are off the trees, and bitter, biting wind, steals across open fields.

Fall has arrived.  Here is a humble take on its other beautiful face.