This isn’t just another casualty of autumn. Last winter as I walked the trails with my camera, shooting new-fallen snow, barren trees, cerulean sky, and blue shadows, I spied this little leaf lying forlornly on the snow. I imagined that he was one of the last hanger-on and finally let go in the breeze on that cold January day. He wanted me to take his picture for posterity before he gave in to the next snow that would surely blanket him. There he’d hibernate until spring and then dissolve into the earth creating food for trees, old and new, and more leaves that would become part of yet another a beautiful, colorful landscape. He would perform tiny, but essential, role before succumbing to the eternal cycle of life that is Mother Nature.