Most mornings, I pause briefly to admire the leaves of a plant just outside the magic cottage–some are green with red veins, some red with green veins.

As though woven by chlorophyll artists, I noticed the slight tears and small holes in many of the leaves the other day. Perhaps part of the tropical storm weather, perhaps an inevitable consequence of their longevity.

They seem to tell stories–this one bruised by an old memory, that one letting parts be eaten away.

And then, I started to look through the gaps, thinking about the leaves as the negative space surrounded by the light.

It is the tears of these native leaves, then, that I’ll lean in closer to see, that beckon me into the end of the week…or is it the beginning?

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1. Kass:
   August 23rd, 2008 at 5:06 pm

   What a beautiful recognition of an object we rarely stop to investigate…thanks for reminding me to step out of that tunnel vision and pick up on all sorts of small beauties surrounding me.

2. Kristen:
   August 23rd, 2008 at 5:09 pm

   Thanks, Kass. Just think of the wonderful new trees and plants that await in Salt Lake City–I’m excited to come visit and take walks in your neighborhood…

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Posted Friday, August 22nd, 2008, 6:55 am * Filed in Beauty, Design, Leaves, Nature, light. * Tags: kristen, kthread, Leaves, light, Photography, taylor. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.