Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
–Emily Bronte, “Fall Leaves, Fall”—
If you have three minutes to spare, perhaps you will enjoy this video of a leaf dancing and floating in celebration of autumn. I filmed the leaf October 1 while catching some fresh air just before a mid-morning meeting.
The leaf danced in the wind for hours. I was mesmerized by its performance and noted it throughout the day. Though I could not see it, a spiderweb must have aided in its dance. Or was it the magic of autumn?
The leaf is perfect for linking up with Dawn of The Day After in the Festival of Leaves photo challenge. It seems to be holding its very own festival!
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Wow, that was a long dance! And I like how it sometimes invisible – at the right angle.
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It was a really, really long dance. I thought perhaps it would fall while I was filming it, but it didn’t. Sadly, I couldn’t watch it all day, but I did capture more than one video. 😉
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Beautiful, thank you. Like a wing on a butterfly.
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Thank you!
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That’s pretty cool. Is that your video?
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Yes. That is actually one of three videos I captured! It IS pretty cool–huh?
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VERY cool!
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That is pretty amazing and magical. Thanks for sharing!
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It is!!! Thank you for taking the time to view it!
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Wow! How fun!
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Beautiful!
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This is beautiful, your stillness calmed me. Love the video, it reminds me of the scene in American Beauty where the guy filmed the plastic bag dancing in the wind. I loved that scene, and I love this.
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It’s beautiful!! You had a lot of patience to record for so long. It’s like fluttering wing of butterfly enjoying the changes of seasons!
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This is lovely! I think you are right about the spider web. Maybe it was there but still this is lovely. Thank you for joining, Thursday Tree Love. Hope to see you on the 24th!
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You made me realize how fortunate I am to see the dance of autumn every year, with colored leaves fluttering to the ground and me being pelted by falling acorns from oak trees. It’s a treat I take for granted in upstate New York.
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