Fallen Comrades

Fall happens every year, but it still takes my breathe away. It never ceases to amaze me with it's brilliance of colours. I do, however, tend to walk with my head down looking at all the poor fallen leaves and I often come back from getting the mail with more leaves in my hand than mail. I just can't stop myself from picking up all those bright coloured jewels. Here's a few pictures of some fallen comrades.