Autumn star. Under the water. Layered. Bent. Twisted. Darkened.
Almost looks like a winter picture. When all the leaves are down. Settled in the mud. Turned into mulch. Into sod.
A short life span over.
Until next year. Only five months away. In the south.
The picture. Sometimes I’m not sure. That’s why Storyteller is experimental. I liked this picture last night. When I edited it. Today. In the light of day. I’m not so sure.
I guess like the metaphor of the star leaf. That’s life.