After seeing the autumnal splendors from Natural Bridge last year, we met this little fellow (gal?) on the path back to our car. He appeared to be teetering between life and the next life, so we moved him closer to the woods for a calmer transition.
“Uh-oh. What are you about to do?”
But not before we took some photos of him, which, in spite of his condition, he managed to blur or escape the frame each time. I regret taking advantage of him that way, though I like to think that we gave him a better end than getting stepped on by other tourists.
“Knock it off with that picture-snappin’, boyo. I mean it!”
Watching him—his vivid green, his leafy shape, his tense determination—was a near-perfect end to our afternoon.
“To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
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