It's just the best fun on the planet on a November day.
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"All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt."— Susan Sontag
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3 comments:
Some of my most fond memories of childhood are jumping in a big pile of leaves :) Cute pictures!
Ah, yes! The gathering of the leaves, jumping in them, scattering them back out everywhere! We used to build forts in the leaves Dad raked to the side of the road. Fun memories. I still think of that when I smell that Fall leaf smell.
Happy times! Good ole fashion fun! And it's FREE! :o)
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