Fuji disposable camera film // Autumn 2013
Perpetual change in seasons that circle round, spinning this Earth on its axis. Spin round my existence, watching the leaves shrivel and float to the frost bitten and browned blades of grass, which once gleamed emerald green with dew in the morning summer light. I pick up a leaf and it crumbles in my palm. A burst of wind takes it away and chills my pale and slender hand to the very bone. A leaf that once flamed orange on its branch, burning ardently for the change that is always near, now vanished. A new leaf shall bud again when crocuses appear erect from the wet garden, when the finch sings their high pitched trill and the leaf will unfurl itself into the world forevermore.