I feel like such a dork, this middle-aged woman bending over, collecting leaves in a parking lot, clutching them to her as though they were treasures that dare not get away. But the dork factor diminishes once I bring the leaves home and photograph them. And then it disappears quietly as I move the leaves around, blending them with photos I've taken of cement walls. And there is more to come, more ideas of what to do with these leaves, what will be their next incarnation. It. Never. Ends. Hoo ha! ©Carol Leigh
