Still Holding

The Oak outside my window is going through its denial phase in a fight to hang on to its last remaining leaves. Like quite a few trees in the city, this one doesn't really do fall too well, its skips the fiery color phase that I enjoy with it's suburban cousins. Instead it goes from green to leathery brown and then dried shriveled up-ness. Most of the leaf 'fall' really being ripped from the branches by inclement weather. Here it almost seems as if a clasped budded hand might be about to offer a couple of leaves finally in surrender, but not quite yet.

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