Extraordinary beauty captured here, VZ.
What a great eye you have!

VZ: some look, but do not see
some listen, but do not hear

Some say Decay some say Recycling, Mother Nature at her best Beautiful

VZ: Rot, decay, decomposition... all Nature's tools to prepare for a new birth.

Lovely markings and colour. what a find.

VZ: Glad you like my work, Jamoula. I spent 3 hours hand painting the leaf.

A wonderful autumn- pic! I love it! I'm always enthousiastic about the drawings and colours upon the leaves, created by Nature, although I know that is a kind of 'sickness', left by worms, maggots or? It is lovely that you have captured this slow beautiful dying "before decay takes over", a kind of 'Nenia" by photography!

"Even beauty must die! …
See how the gods now weep, the goddesses all are weeping,
That the beautiful perishes, that what is perfect dies.
Even to be a song of lament in mouths of loved ones is glorious,
For what is base goes soundlessly to Orkus’ depths." (Schiller, Nänie/ set to music by Brahms)

VZ: The universality of death. The inevitability of death. Those things are a taboo in modern world. Our minds refuse to accept that we are a part of something bigger than ourselves. We come and go, and nothing can stop the pace of nature.

elegy in red

Oh to succumb
to death’s lusty demands
to flush and gasp.
Morte.

VZ: the winner is always known
in our chess game against death.
be ready to remove the Seventh Seal.

Isn't it amazing how beautiful leaves are when they fall. The chlorophyll withdrawn they reveal a hitherto unseen beauty, which fades to brown as they crisp and fade away.

VZ: Unlike us, the leaves reach their prime and die in a state of unparallel beauty. I know only one another similar case in nature, when salmon dies after spawning in their prime. I see more logic in this, than in our slow fading.

In this we become one with Nature, Viktor. It's our final Grace!

VZ: Final Grace. It's the least we can give back to Nature, Ginnie.

Viktor this is outstanding, the colours are amazing.

VZ: My pleasure, Mike. The color palette of nature has no boundaries, it seems.