Not much ground covered on this walk.  And I didn’t have to.  Everything was meant to be shot.  The water and the mud, tilled rows and the fading leaves.  All for me on my walk, and differently more intense on this walk than on the others.  This little tendril, posing for me with its leaf backdrop.  At first I thought nothing of, then I stopped.  Shot.  Two, three.  The wind push the can back and forth and I stopped it with my one free hand (left).  It’s obvious to me it wanted its own picture, place in my photo journal.  So…