The sun warms my back, the wind cools my hair.
I photograph leaves that soon won’t be there.
Shushing and rustling cottonwood leaves,
Some cling to life in the stiffening breeze.
Others have flown, for the chilly night air
Has sent them a warning. “Oh trees, do beware.
The harsh days are coming; it’s time to prepare.
Your fluttering whispering dresses of gold
Must leave you alone now to suffer the cold.
But fear not, for soon you will warm up again.
New dresses will grow in the coming spring’s rain.”
The video clip is of ten seconds in Montana. The wind is rumbling a bit in the microphone and the Captain is calling Ruby with his whistle, but the main thing I love about the clip is the sound of the wind in the leaves. It’s best if you make it full screen and you can almost feel as if you are there under the trees. Be sure to turn on the sound. That’s what it’s all about.