“they’re waiting cameras in hand”, said the elm to the maple. “ feel their longing for the grand color reveal”? but what if? what if this year we expose a more softened parade of yellows and reds? what if this year the amateur photographers turn to gimmicky filters in order to capture memories of past, not seeing the beauty of the isness. what if they don’t describe us as spectacular? have their eyes grown dim along with their hearts? a.c.tomasulo