Dead Leaves as Art

I had just finished viewing an international black and white “street” photography exhibit when I looked through a window on the first floor of the Crocker Art Museum, Sacramento. It was a nice spring afternoon—lots of green grass and green buds on the ash trees across the street. But between the green and the museum there was a sidewalk with dead leaves that appeared pressed into the concrete. There wasn’t enough light at photo exhibit to take sharp hand held shots without a flash—flash photography wasn’t allowed. I was “thirsty” for light when I saw those leaves. Click.

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My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.

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