The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I took this shot yesterday with my iPhone. This time of year there are leaves piled in the gutters along the side of the street, hundreds of piles, waiting to be picked up by city leaf trucks.

People throw all kinds of things in those piles:
old, dead, potted plants;
leftover, rotten, carved pumpkins;
things sitting in their yard all summer that they don’t want;
anything they wish to be taken away without question.
All the while, hoping the leaf trucks won’t notice as they scoop up the rubbish.
Someone either didn’t need these photographs to remember, or wanted to forget.
Perhaps they had already forgotten.