I started the month with the picture of a dead leaf on an old section of sidewalk. This is a cluster of dead leaves a few feet from where that was, not on the sidewalk, but on the pavement next to it. When you’re very close to it, asphalt becomes more interesting. It has an abstract quality, and dead leaves are more interesting sometimes than living ones. But together, unexpected, in bright sunlight, they say things that are hard to squeeze into words. They step back from reality and speak in a language of color and shape. They leave the world to become structure and design, where none was intended. The line between this and ordinary reality is difficult to see. Or perhaps this is just what we find hidden in everything.