Every autumn innocuous green bushes around our neighborhood turn the most amazing red.
These include a row that runs along the side of the theatre building at school towards the entrance that have been growing steadily in the 26 years we've been here:
Whenever they start to turn they remind me of when Thomas was very little and we gave him his own camera (or probably let him use an old one) - this is pre-digital - and he took pictures of these when they were considerably smaller. For some reason I had a memory of the picture looking like the one above, but that would be far too prosaic for Thomas The Artist, as you can see (I tracked them down in one of our photo albums):
What an eye!

































