Does it make you like the image less to know that while this leaf is, in a sense, falling, it is without motion save for a gentle spinning about its stem? Can you accept that, while it will soon reach the ground, at the moment this picture was frozen in time, the single maple leaf was suspended between its past and future, in mid-air, in mid-fall?
You have seen them, surely: leaves that are let go by the tree only to be snared at the last instant by an invisible lifeline of spider silk.
You would think me the better photographer, perhaps, to have caught this leaf in its tumbling descent, face-on against the foggy ridge. But I am hoping that, like me, you see here the beauty of one leaf held by magic lines in the air, still tethered lightly to this beautiful, mysterious world.