Last Saturday was a crisp day in upstate New York. I was hiking along a trail to Diamond Notch Falls, the sun casting an ember-like glow between the trees. Some branches were already bare, their fallen leaves blanketing the forest floor in orange, brown, and yellow. On other branches leaves continued battling the wind, their pierced, crumpling surfaces fading in plain sight.
I hunted for light and shadow, for the sun’s reflection in the water, and for floral silhouettes. Season’s change is knocking on the door in front of my eyes.