Fallen leaves

I visited Sister Rachel today, spiritual advisor to all faiths and none, and had a rewarding morning.  We were talking about ways of finding spiritual experience, in nature, in poetry, in literature, in the kindness of strangers and many other unlikely places.  Photography came up in discussion, the search for and then the contemplation and manipulation of an image.  Our conversation gave me a lot to ponder.  As I left her flat, in a moment of synchronicity, I noticed this colourful bed of fallen leaves.