As the leaves fall in autumn and gradually reveal the trunks and branches beneath, structures and formations appear that one could hardly imagine. A wild, organic network of lines, shapes, and shadows unfolds — a living composition balanced between chaos and order, between transience and beauty. It echoes the gestural energy of Jackson Pollock’s paintings — where rhythm, spontaneity, and emotion converge. Here too, seemingly random yet deeply harmonious patterns emerge — created not by the brush, but by the rhythm of nature itself and the photographer’s composition through the lens.