*Fine art Friday.

The colours of fall start small. The change in colour is the first part. It’s so beautiful. Every fall I look for two key things, the wind blowing leaves, and a single leaf that speaks that to that change. This one was it. I’m looking forward, but hopefully low enough to be conscious of the change happening at my feet.

I just realized that I never spoke to what I saw.

To me, the leaf looks a wind swept flame, depending on how you see it, the smoke is witness to the fire.

The unconscious passion for renewal. Change, considered on a long enough time line, both the leaf and the concrete were fuel for fire at one point.

Now they exist together again as a flame in my mind.

Plus, Honestly, I wouldn’t have seen it, if it wasn’t for a photograph that I now consider less valuable because it ment nothing to me. The first photograph was purely inquisitive, curious, interesting, but not inspiring.

This photograph reminded me that it’s often not the first attempt that was even ment to teach me a lesson, it’s often just to get the ball rolling.

Change can’t be change without change.