oak leaves

[asakiyume]

I like the white-oak leaves because each one has individual variation.





If I get to looking at them (or snapping pictures), then I end up thinking, "Oh that one--and that one--and that one."

Are they people and the tree is their nation? They seem more that way than they do like, oh, say, strands of hair that might fall from someone's head, or like skin cells sloughing off.

... Of course, no one thing is perfectly analogous to any other thing, so there's that too.

The red-oak leaves are pointy. This one is from a pin oak. It's very elegant in and of itself (so I took its picture), but en masse, the red-oak leaves aren't, for me, as interesting. But if I had a more discerning eye, I could maybe tell individuality even among red-oak leaves.