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Pictures With Fall Leaves (The Crafty Crow)

Autumn is such a beautiful color!  Take a moment to look past the icy air and see the amazing views both the wide angle panorama and the up close patterns in the the leaves.                            L. Kendall

Autumn is such a beautiful color! Take a moment to look past the icy air and see the amazing views both the wide angle panorama and the up close patterns in the the leaves. L. Kendall

Fall Leaves Picture Frame Craft

Paint unfinished leaves in bright fall colors to create our fall leaf frame craft. This craft is a great homemade fall decoration and a great way to display your fall photos!

Just gather the prettiest leaves you can find, sandwich them in sheets of wax paper, stack up your heaviest books, and tuck the leaves into the pages of the bottom book. I usually leave them in the book stack for a week or so, but you can leave them as long as you want. It might be a nice mid-winter treat to open a book and find a leafy surprise. The colors fade a bit, but the pressed leaves retain a bit of their former beauty.

Pressed Leaves

Gather the prettiest leaves you can find, sandwich them in sheets of wax paper, stack up your heaviest books, and tuck the leaves into the pages of the bottom book. Usually leave them in the book stack for a week or so.

Seeing you now- Round leaves set in motion, what not consistent nature. Turbans flying in the sun, oath taken too late, gone is the ship laden with mean spirits bent, on eulogies unspoken. Birds cries unanswered, just cries unanswered on a wing and a prayer. Unmoving lips on horizons doorstep, a ripe cauldron it's pervasive stench. Left here their right consumed indignation foretold, do what's right echoes in corridors their resounding felt moment. No  price paid too high, destination…

Seeing you now- Round leaves set in motion, what not consistent nature. Turbans flying in the sun, oath taken too late, gone is the ship laden with mean spirits bent, on eulogies unspoken. Birds cries unanswered, just cries unanswered on a wing and a prayer. Unmoving lips on horizons doorstep, a ripe cauldron it's pervasive stench. Left here their right consumed indignation foretold, do what's right echoes in corridors their resounding felt moment. No price paid too high, destination…