The disk floret buds seem to be protectors of something hidden inside the receptacle of the flower.
The spectacular yellow leaves of maple trees in fall backlit by the sun.
They become martyrs for their kind, a whispered topic of talk carried in the breeze amongst trees in forests everywhere. To these, the few, the last fallen, I pay tribute. Frozen in time, preserved ’til thaw, the Legends of the Fall.
The blur of green leaves along a path look like waves. This image was created in camera using a long exposure and controlled movement while the shutter was open.