One leaf

Posted by Dave Bonta on September 25, 2006 (last modified at 8:21 am, 9/25/06)

foam leaf 3

Behind the leaf dam, slow lines of foam
crossed by a single leaf.
The mountain stream turns still, no sound of water.

A sharper version of an photo I took last February; text from my Short Mountain post. See all four photos of the leaf here.

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6 Responses to One leaf

  1. marja-leena says:
    September 25, 2006 at 9:18 am

    Great photos – I like the abstractness.

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  2. Brett says:
    September 25, 2006 at 3:09 pm

    The leaf looks a spider crawling up the trail it made on its elaborate web.

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  3. robin andrea says:
    September 25, 2006 at 4:14 pm

    What a wonderful image. It captures movement and stillness at once.

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  4. Dave says:
    September 25, 2006 at 4:32 pm

    Thanks for the comments. Funny you should mention spiders, Brett…

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  5. Lori Witzel says:
    September 26, 2006 at 7:34 am

    Loved your series of leaf shots, and the last one I saw — the channel lined with leaves, and the one drifting on…

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  6. Dave says:
    September 26, 2006 at 7:59 am

    Glad you liked them, Lori. It felt close to miraculous, that vision. In a way, it may be too bad I had my camera with me, because otherwise I would’ve had to work a lot harder to evoke it in words!

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