I was looking at a wall covered in leaves like these as the rain came down. Too hot in my hooded jacket, I was frustrated at the shuffling cramped view it gives of the world. I brought these with me because my camera was at home and as I carried them in from the grey street, they seemed like the most colourful thing in town. They felt like a garland.
While we've been basking in flip flops, holding onto a late Summer for dear life saying please don't go, as each sunset falls far earlier than the last, the trees have been getting on with the next thing.