So close and yet so far away

Obsessed with the pouring of yellow leaves everywhere.   Jackson
is packed up daily and left in the woods, in a neighbor's blanketed
yard, on our swing while get as far away as I can and still see him.
Channeling the ground glass of Harry Callahan.   Feel like the far away
ones are more about me, and the closeup ones are more about Jackson.
Or..maybe they are all about us.  The last week we have gotten the good
deep smell of fall in our lungs, the taste of wet leaves on our tongues,
and a slew of new pictures to look at as the trees get naked.