no context

These are just small pieces of where I live, taken before the leaves fell.



I loved the meeting between leaf and stone here, the advance of the leaves but how they could not help but still contain the stone, in the form of the birdbath, which in itself allowed stone to melt into water.



And here is the contrast of the harsh force of a waxy green and a delicate pink, competing and forever entwined, both hostile and dependant on each other. The contrast made me think of secrets in the past that will not fall away, and also romance inspite of itself.