258/365-2 Changes
“Huddle” There is not much around here that looks like the changing seasons. I wandered around looking for something, anything that gave even the smallest hint of fall. I stumbled upon this fallen crisp brown huddle of oak leaves. There was something so beautiful about the way the evening sun was shining through them. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get the camera to see the same thing that I saw. (I know, stupid statement coming from…