Colors and classics

There is a similarity to the end of the rainy season in Oaxaca and autumn, here in New England.  In Oaxaca, the leaves change color and fall, leaving the trees denuded until next year.  The land slowly goes dormant.  In New England it is a little more dramatic with colors like these.

Walking on a red carpet...

One of my meditations, a very long standing one, is to think of each leaf as a human being, each one singular and unique.   It's a fun, yet important exercise, especially when you get down to contemplating each pine needle or the billions of leaves that end up falling and turning into mulch carpets covering the forest's floors.

 And where they end up still depends on which way the wind blows.

And it's not only the leaves that are colorful and unique.  Classic New England Victorian architecture.

So different from the colors and architecture of Oaxaca.  Viva la difference!