#123 - Fallen Oak Leaves

There are things growing, new shoots, tiny buds swelling on twig-tips, lots of green things...but the ground is still covered in last years leaves. We kick through them as we walk and they rearrange themselves and fall in new patterns. I love the way the edges of the oak leaves lie together, all undulating edges and shades of russet. In the afternoon the sun sinks low enough to catch their edges so that they gleam copper and bronze under the trees.