Marja-Leena Rathje
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fallen leaf


a fallen leaf on the back step


like a letter from a long lost lover
what stories of its journey in these lines?


Marja-Leena | 03/11/2010 | 10 comments
themes: Nature, Photoworks


How strange, I was taking close up photo's of leaves today... arn't they amazing..

As for the lines on the leaf... They look like the backs of my hands before I've had a chance to put on the hand-cream... Oh to be young again... sigh!

~ Julie

Such amazing depth of focus you achieved. I think I'd need a magnifying glass to see a real leaf in this much detail.

No matter how deep you go the complexity multiplies. Life is a wonder.

Marja-Leena, this is indeed an amazing series. There is a leaf I found several weeks ago and have pressed in the pages of a book ... I'll see what it looks like now. Danke!

Julie, I think many of us (in the northern hemisphere anyway) are admiring the fall leaves these days. Oh, don't remind me of lines on hands!

Susan, I used my scanner at high resolution, then close cropped for the closeups. It's really amazing what detail you can see on a full screen! Yes, the small stuff that we can barely see is such a wonder.

R, glad you like it! What kind of leaf did you press?

Like looking down from a plane at a patchwork of fields!

Such detail.

Love the colors. You have one good scanner.

Oh, just a little maple leaf. But it still had a few green specks interspersed with the bronzy-reddish spots.

HHb, yes, isn't it amazing what one can see and imagine!

Cathy, glad you like it, and yes, it's a great scanner!

R, not "just" but a special leaf I'm sure!

Such sharpness, edgeness. Sitting on bus stop bench Thursday...gorgeous day, pleased to be in urban space with so many of them swirling around. They leave so quickly in New York City. Grateful to Portland, Or. for taking a little longer to call out intrusive leaf-blowing machines.

Naomi, thanks. Like you, I love all the colourful leaves blowing about and on the ground. And like Portland we have them lasting a bit longer on the trees, then on the ground before they're blown away by those machines or the street-cleaning trucks.