While trying (and failing) to create some sort of folded/creased sculptures, I happily discovered this composition of crossing lines on one of the discarded pieces of paper.
“Man cannot aspire if he looked down; if he rise, he must look up”
A single yellow Maple leaf. There are hundreds, if not thousands of them outside my window.
The colors of fall are beginning to fade and soon enough the air will chill and the snow will fall.
A dry leaf sits on a park bench in Whitefish Bay, Wisconsin. The colors are just about past peak now around here,
For my penultimate 365 image, I asked friends on Facebook to help me with a few ideas for today.
“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.”
—Helen Hunt Jackson
“ TELEPHONE n. An invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance.”
― Ambrose Bierce
What happens when you introduce a 2 1/2 year old to a vintage Lite Brite?