Feuilles mortes

The arrival of fall each year seems to make me reach for my camera. I'm not sure exactly what I find so appealing in the accidental arrangements of fallen leaves, but I know I find them strangely poetic. My family was rather obsessed with photography: I have one of my grandfather's cameras, and everyone in the family took photographs all the time. I got my first camera when I was about 10 years old. One of the first photographs I remember taking was of a maple tree down the street that was changing color. So, a fifty-year habit is hard to break...