Roland, Asks Nothing
Gravel and leaves shift beneath his feet. The forest asks nothing of him—no decision, no answer. It simply lets him be.
Resting Place
“As the leaves fall and the trees hustle to let go of their summer finery, the sound of autumn is a reminder that sometimes letting go is necessary for growth.”― Ajaz Ahmad Khawaja
Early Fall Colors
Whispered Farewell Crimson, gold, and flame,First leaves whispering farewell,Autumn’s soft embrace. ebm As summer comes to a gentle close, the soft breezes carry whispers of change. The leaves in our neighborhood are beginning to transform, adorned in shades of gold, red, and orange, glistening with morning dew. One by one, they flutter down, settling on…
First Fall Leaves, 2026
While walking Bentley a few days ago, I noticed these leaves that had changed color and fallen, and I managed to get Bentley to cooperate long enough for me to make a couple of photos. We’ve only had a morning or two that felt even close to fall temperatures, lows in the mid-60s, and even…
These Last Autumn Leaves
In the golden glow of morning light,
Leaves, once clad in emerald sheen,
Now fewer wear hues of crimson and gold,
The time of the season, boldly foretold.Autumn Thoughts
Some photos seem to push me to do more than adjust sharpness, saturation and contrast. Some images make me want to find more than the camera captured — to find their soul, their voice. I’m never sure I’ve really done that, but I like to try, and in trying, perhaps find a bit of myself….
