On a recent afternoon walk around Hinckley Lake, a glimpse of something caught my full attention. There, at the edge of the shadowy woods, was a red leaf illuminated from behind by a narrow beam of sunlight. The leaf was bright as flame and struck me as ever so beautiful. Studying the image later I noticed the leaf was not perfect in structure, nor were its neighbors on the same plant. I guess the lesson here is that, despite our imperfections, we can shine and be admired if we let the inner light shine through.
It was another beautiful spring morning and I had a tiny bit of spare time… enough to stop by the park in Olmsted Falls. I spent a relaxing few minutes enjoying the fresh air, listening to water flowing over rocks in the nearby river, and observing the morning light's effects on the scenery around me. I was about to leave, not even having unpacked my camera, when I spotted some young tree leaves. They were lit up in a golden tone I haven't seen since last fall… in April. I can't explain the biology and physics at work here, not that it matters much to the resulting beauty of early morning light pouring through young tree leaves with a dark wall of rock as background. One day the weather is hot, the next morning there's frost on the windows. These leaves look like fall but the day felt like spring. Pardon me if I'm confused.