I’m the first to admit my work on Leaves stems from my love of Trees. Leaves breathe for the trees, they convert sunshine to food, and every season they burst out in a flame of color, fall to the ground, and return what little they have left to the roots of the tree. This cycle of life continues with the emergence of new leaves when the tree wakes in the springtime.
The final death throes of leaves fascinate me. They fall, they scatter with the winds, and they end up for one final moment in a world separate from the tree. I see these leaves displaying their glory on asphalt, on rocks, in streams — just about everywhere. I honor their lives by making one final portrait before the wind picks them up and carries them farther away. I never rearrange a leaf. Every portrait you see here is how Mother Nature intended, how the wind and the currents placed the leaf.