Walking with My Camera: Leaf Bodies, Turkey Fans and Young Furry Catkins
4/4/18 Snow, melt, snow… and so it goes. A couple days ago, the snow had melted and I was walking in the woods. I came to a place where Rocky Mountain Maple leaves were draped on the forest floor―surrendered to the earth. Their color was gone. I could feel the weighted call of “return” return” …
