... a miserably cold and wet day, that special moment in new england when memory of summer's warmth and a still fading glow of autumn's recent fiery glory can no longer hold in abeyance the chill promise of winter, a time when even the hardy and hardened residents of the region disagree as to the merits of living in this climate of fickle extremes ... snow removal rules are in effect so my motorcycle's now parked over in roger's driveway, but that didn't inhibit me from grabbing my camera as i headed to my car, list of errands to complete in hand ... strolling across the lot my eyes were drawn to these two leaves about fifteen feet off the path to my chevy ...
... once i bent over, a new world began to emerge ... so fascinating, still, how that happens ... until today, even after several intensive courses in biology and botony, i've never fully understood how plants turn dirt and sunlight into sugar—until this afternoon, that is, when a moment with this leaf brought it all to perfect focus ...
... on the trunk lid of my car, as if to say, "sir, i worked so very, very hard to land in this precise spot—please, take a moment to appreciate my effort" ... i did ...
"Beneath color is substance."
L.ALLEN
... i was there, so i can see the chevrolet impala in this photograph ...
... it was dry this afternoon, breezy but the temperature was almost 50°f ... i went for a little wanderabout on my motorcycle ... i had other things on my mind, so i took no pictures ... i know you'll understand, which, if you think about it, is a pretty nice thing ...