Numerous snowfalls, winds, and rains, yet the dried maple leaf hung tightly to it's perch. Finally unable to hold it's grip, the leaf slipped off and floated downward. Like an excited child, I brought my treasure home and gently pressed the leaf between the pages of my old Webster's dictionary. Taped to my living room window, with the sky as the background and morning sunlight, I captured the maple leaf's subtle patterns, textures and beauty. Once again a reminder from the Earth Mother. Be mindful of each step. Be mindful of even a simple leaf.