Taken with an IPhone 6s

It is the leaves, clinging on like fingers intertwined through hands, clenching for vitality. It is the orange, the crimson, then purple hues of progression, the hues of transcendence. Orange, brightly chirping, comfortably hanging. Crimson color of fear, leaf fallen. Purple, now lost, now gone, no longer hanging. It is the fall of life, the dancing of pigments and the parallel of human life.

- Julie Martinez