An impression of a leaf in mud on the sidewalk. Gone with the rain, its image fleeting as a thought quickly written then erased.
It reminded me of a picture John took of last summer's sidewalk art, created in the same spot by a neighborhood Mondrian. With only sun to wash it away it faded slowly, and we got to enjoy it for a long time. But now it's gone just the same.
I love photography for many reasons, not the least of which is memory-keeping.
Hey, cool: today PDP is mentioned on The Greensward: Civitas.