These maple leaves are still alive and capturing the sun — some of them. Others are dead. None are attached to a tree. None can reproduce. None can feed a root or a bud.
Yet so many of them are alive. Dying, sure, but alive.
This is not the “life” of a quickened bud, or that is held in the crown of a tree, thrusting out both roots and branches, but even more remarkable and strange. And I’m not talking about a second life as compost, or some such thing. They are just alive, that’s all. And that’s amazing.
Categories: Arts, Gaia, Nature Photography
I think of elders’ presence in our human groupings … not active … resting, but still (ha!) with us.
Yes, even in their resting, they are a strong force of life in social groups. Thanks for reminding me.
Deer think they are still alive, too. Just as the deer munch on green leaves, a heavy layer of fallen hardwood leaves actually ensiles some of them and deer eat these living fallen leaves.
Deer are wise creatures.