James doesn't "do" nature photography. It's just not in him. But faced with the onslaught of fall color on a recent visit to Tallin, he was compelled to record the flora in all its glorious, transient beauty.
Witnessing the change of the season, whether in a mysterious park, the carpet of dead leaves, screaming yellow in a corporate parking lot, staircases in solitude or the march of regimented trees.
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