The leaf is back-lit and drops of dew glisten on its surface, a surface that is scarred and torn and unevenly colored with the tints of the fall. In its beautiful imperfection, this autumn leaf speaks to me in the simple, abstract language of lines and shapes, of light and color.
Abstract fall leaf
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Mike Powell 
I love being out on days when the sun lights up the foliage. There have been few here this fall.