In one of my mother’s diaries, writing about my first year, it says that I seemed to be only soothed by watching the leaves above me from the comfort of my pram. The patterns, colours and movement of leaves I do find fascinating. The veins of chlorophyll like a road system spreading across a continent. The fun of being a child again and kicking up fallen leaves in autumn afternoons. The delicate prize of a skeleton leaf more fragile than antique lace. Yup, she was right I liked leaves. I found a skeleton physalis case this week which I am yet to photograph so in the meantime here is a series of luscious leaves that I have taken this year.