A leaf at the end of it's life has begun it's ritual flight. A dance rehearsed and perfected over eons. It takes a short rest on some sun bleached, weathered planks of a back porch. One of it's many unplanned stops on it's journey as it heads south. Speaking of heading south, are those birds off in the distance?
Hand painted, original oil on canvas (27" x 27") gallery wrapped with a clear coat UV protectant.