The Last Leaf


Now that winter weather is here, the dynamic of the last leaf comes into play for those of us who wander in the cold with a camera and a dog. I am lucky that Ivan stays still when I get ready to shoot. If I were a last leaf, I might be this one, bright red and unafraid. Click! Time to move on.

Published by 67steffen

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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