1. Several years ago - closer to seven or eight years - a friend of mine named Michael Gallant had taken photographs around Plymouth State University when he was a doe-eyed freshman. I can’t remember exactly how many he had taken, but in several of them he wrote on leaves. One of the things he had written was, “I am always wondering if…” ¬†on a leaf in Sharpie. He photographed it. That leaf is somewhere else now; in a backyard, floating down a river, turned into soil and reborn as a new tree or flower, or only a few yards from where he placed it last.

    I was thinking about Mikey and the burst of creativity we experienced as freshman and sophomores in that environment. Our eyes wide, minds open even further, and hearts bigger than our wallets (in many cases they still are). The last of the leaves are falling, and as they do my mind drifts over that year. I drew out this pile of leaves with watercolor pencil and brushed over them. One, single leaf (golden in color, effected by the poor quality of my digital camera) was printed with “Stay Gold” in cursive to remember to harken back to those times, reestablish that youthful energy, and carry it throughout these colder months ahead. Mikey, you’ve always been able to stay gold…

     
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