My eye was drawn to these leaves because of the contrast with the grass. I love the lines created by the prominent veins. The speckles are great, too. A couple of autumns ago I fell in love with all the falling leaves. My husband thought I was a little nuts. It was as if I hadn’t ever seen the leaves change color before. I kept stopping to pick them up. Look at this one. Look at this one. I brought them home. I painted them with watercolors. I played around with quilt patterns of leaves. Then, the obsession passed — with the changing season. Guess what? It’s back.