The migration of fall color, from great heights to ground, has a wonderful slow to go aspect. Some plants shed their color early on while others, bit by bit, draw winter to them before succumbing. Refusing a harsh wind, they hold tight, greedily letting a leaf or ten escape now and then. And though the camera loves those colorful blankets dropped in haste, I favor them all. The early and the late. But those slow to go fliers, something about their refusal to let go until forced makes me want to applaud their efforts.