As with Autopator's Secret, the clarity of sense and perception available to me in the peace and harmony of a symphonic forest allowed my mind the resources it needed to notice something as small and inconspicuous as a single fallen leaf resting atop its still lush comrades.

It is a sad scene, similar to The Forlorn Petal, and this tone is enhanced by the cool blue provided by the shade of an ambling cloud in the sky and the blue-hungry Fujifilm Sensia 200 ISO film. In the last days of the vibrancy of summer, I was given a premonition of the tide still waiting out to sea that would soon rise and wash away the green.