There's something about that picture of leaves being blown away in the wind. It's there in almost every romantic or thoughtful film, at some scene change or the other. The leaves, dry now, break loose from the branches and float sideways and downwards till they come to rest some metres away. They never show the 'coming to rest' part.
I wonder what is so catching about this picture. Something poetic, perhaps, in the leaves coming free and floating away on a whim-wind ? An analogy to attract adolescence, perhaps ? Or maybe a childish confidence in each leaf that is airily carried and carefully set down by the breeze - all the world conspiring towards a happy ending ? Or a moment of respite between the branch and the ground ? One moment of glorious joy between the seemingly endless hanging and the lying on the ground, waiting to be crushed.
Or maybe noone thinks about it at all, they just use it as a 'space filler' because it looks nice and they have the clip in stock already.
2 comments:
i wish it had a poetic implication, like a last breath of freedom and carelessness before they settle
i think it has a very romantic feel to it, the leaves. probably the reds and oranges, like the fire or love. or to imply that passion is temporary and dies, like the leaves.
but i doubt many people have thought about it as you have..nice post. :)
Stupid leaves are always red. And I've never seen red leaves except in the shiny Hollywood movies. Really-truly dead leaves are just... brown and dead. And infinitely more satisfying than the fake pretty red ones.
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