Sunday
Oct012006
Tom Gallione ~ A Gathering of Leaves


Late afternoon light in the late autumn of last year. The voyage ends here on the surface of Park Creek for a small congregation of dead leaves. When the leaf-peeping parties are over, this is what remains. I always come late. - More than mere visual representations of reality, I strive to make interpretations that invite further thought and musing. I prefer the subtle and contemplative over the bold and dramatic, and suggestions over descriptions.
Reader Comments (4)
this to me represents an arrow trying to pierce through the hard rock. I too relish the autumn sights and sounds after the leaf peepers are snuggly at home for the winter.
The still colorful leaves feel like a nest to me amidst the rocks. A soft spot, if you will. I too, like to get out after the leaf-peeper season is over.