Here on the cusp of a difficult winter are signifiers of hope. The trees rage against the shortening days with every hue and colour.
On this day, with the lightest of breezes, the survivors from abscission – strike a pose.
Their leaves are held like rooks mid-flight, frozen and suspended by invisible forces, framed with the presence of absence.
The next day, on a walk to the Inchree Falls near Fort William, I come across another marvel of nature: the humble fern, spouting from the bank, pigmented in a pattern poised between seasons.
I travelled up to Benmore Botanic Gardens in the trusty old camper van and used Bunree Campsite as a base to explore the area.