iPhone 6s, edited in PhotoToaster and Pixlr. Left photo 10.27.15, right photo 10.28.15. (Not the same leaf, but the same time of day.)

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth; With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing; Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch; Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch; Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall, Heard only in the trances of the blast, Of if the secret ministry of frost; Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon.  –Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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