This this post is especially dedicated to my father, who does not live here with me, but who enjoys the American Fall Season so much. I remember when I was little and we had a touch of fall season down in Brazil, he would notice it right away and as we walked around the neighborhood, he would show me how beautiful it was to watch the color of the leaves changing.
One specific tree he always loved and even planted two of them in our home garden was the Maple Tree. Of course, down in Brazil the are hard to find and they did not change colors like the American ones, but I still had a taste of what the magic of fall could be like. Today, finally living in this beautiful town on the Coast, surrounded by Maple trees and Fall Breezes, I am able to see, smell, feel and get enthusiastic while I see the magic of the Fall Season expressing itself.
The magical colors of nature. I will interpret this moment as pure divinity.
Colors are a representation of life. Life expressing itself.
Even as they fall in the ground they lay in harmony, happily.
One single leaf has many different stories to tell.
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