Walking with me in the fall requires patience.
The whole time I’m walking, I’m scanning the ground for the perfect fallen leaf.
This can be difficult while walking briskly, but I do it anyway.
Here’s how it goes when I’m with a friend.
“Sorry. One sec.”
Stop. Bend. Pick up leaf. Scan quickly. Toss or keep. Continue walking.
(I like certain neighborhood routes for the best variety. Because I do like variety.)
And then my friend starts getting into it. And starts looking too.
I usually have a huge wad of leaves by the time the walk is over. (They will not all survive.)
Timing is everything.
Leaves change color and start drying up almost instantly.
Maybe I can paint right away when I get home to my studio.
But if not, there’s always another perfect leaf waiting for me on my next walk.