I was going to write a bad poem to fit this space, as the picture is rather misleading: the leaf-fall would indicate a cool fall evening. But, in truth, the temperature was near 90°F and the humidity was high.
And it occurred to me that while we have photos for recording the visual features of reality, or in a more disinterested manner of speaking, a small part of the electromagnetic spectrum, in other sensory matters we have not yet achieved a recording process of similar immediacy.
So when you look at these photos, you may think you can deduce other features from the visuals, yet you’d be wrong. And I lack the ability to really bring that odd juxtaposition of fallen, dead leaves, nutrients withdrawn from them, in the midst of temperate weather in which you’d expect them to luxuriate, smack dab into your living room.
So you’ll just have to take my drab word for it. Imagine hard.
