The last days of autumn is my favorite time to walk the woods in Canada. There are still small signs of colour bouncing in the greys and browns that scatter the forest landscape.
On a few charcoal coloured branches of the poplar and birch trees, you see the lonely yellow leaf hanging on to its last drink of sun before it descends to its next purpose, as a blanket for the seeds that fell before it.
Only in nature is a life cycle shown with so much clarity, decay becomes beautiful and beauty becomes dull but all are relevant and hold just as much purpose as the state before.
I made Arkin with that image in my mind.