
Walking along the Finger Lakes Trail in Robert H. Treman State Park, I come across something that makes me stop—maple leaves, caught mid-fall, suspended in a delicate spider web. Time itself seems to pause with them, as if the leaves, in their slow descent, had found a way to defy gravity. Yellow, brown, and green, they hang like fragile ornaments, arrested in motion. For a moment, it feels like the world is holding its breath.

This brief suspension of nature’s inevitable course is uncanny, a moment frozen between one season and the next. These leaves, so close to their final rest on the forest floor, now seem to defy their fate, held up by threads too fine to see. I’m tempted to reach out and free them, to let them continue their journey down to the earth, but something stops me. It’s as if the web, like a clock halted mid-tick, has granted me the rarest gift—a chance to stop the flow of time.
In this moment, I reflect on how life itself is always in motion, how we are carried forward whether we like it or not. But here, in this quiet pocket of the forest, these leaves offer a small rebellion against that forward push. They hang, caught between what was and what will be, suspended between summer and winter, life and decay.

I snap a photo, knowing it’s just an echo of the real thing, a poor attempt to capture a miracle of nature. The leaves will eventually fall, the web will loosen, and time will move on. But for now, in this moment, they remain suspended, as do I—caught in the beauty of a moment where time, for once, seems to stand still.
Nice post 🌺🌺
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Enjoy!!
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Welcome dear friend 🌺🌺
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So much beauty in our “neighborhood” of the Finger Lakes!
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Delightful post. Michael, thank you for sharing your thoughts and photography. Occasionally, I have witnessed a similar event in the shadows of the large trees at nearby Chestnut Ridge Metro Park. When the sunlight slides between the trees, it sometimes reflects upon this suspension of time.
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Thank you, bigskybuckeye!
I love how you describe that fleeting moment when sunlight sneaks through the trees.
Chestnut Ridge Metro Park sounds like a beautiful place to witness such a phenomenon.
I’m grateful you enjoyed the post and that it sparked a connection to your own experiences in nature!
midweek greetings, Mike
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A wonderful narrative, Michael. You are a great storyteller. So much so, I was there observing you observing the stillness. So rich in volume.
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Thank you, Carolyn!
I’m so glad the narrative resonated with you.
There’s something special about those quiet moments in nature, isn’t there?
It’s as though the stillness speaks its own language, if we only take the time to listen.
I’m thrilled you felt a part of that experience—it makes sharing these stories all the more meaningful.
Best wishes, Mike
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What a lovely pictorial story! Superb, Michael!
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Thank you so much, KK!
I’m delighted you enjoyed the pictorial story. It’s wonderful to hear that the beauty of the Finger Lakes resonated with you.
Your kind words mean a lot!
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It did resonate with me. You’re welcome!
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