There is one of these trees in front of my father's house in Bologna, my hometown in Northern Italy, and my family calls it a Liquidamber, its Latin name. I realize no one would know what I am referring to if I used such a grandiloquent name, so I have settled for a more accessible one: Japanese Maple. In the Fall, this tree turns into a veritable cauldron of the warmest orange, red, burgundy and copper tones, everyone imaginable, and its leaves hang on to the branches longer than those on any other tree, falling to the ground all at once only after the frost. It seems to me that Liquid Amber describes the essence of this tree much better than one pinpointing its ethic origin. That essence, is what I wish to honor with this photograph and its title.