Season of mists

Today dawned clear and cold, another of those days when as soon as the sun's rays touched the river, mists rose. I couldn't resist going out to take some pictures.

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And this last picture to show that I do really know what the poem is about.  One newly picked pear, and one that I didn't notice soon enough.  they are beautifully sweet and juicy, and the birds know it!

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.....
... And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core....


If only cars would run on pear juice.

PhotoHunt: a free choice

I was completely at a loss for what to choose for today.  I need guidelines, I need rules.  But I happened to look out of the window and noticed the effect of the early morning sun on the river, and here you are!

We've had some very cold nights close to freezing and some very sunny mornings.  Today was the first time I ventured out into the cold to take some pictures of the mist rising from the surface of the water.  As usual, they look better if you enlarge them.

If you'd like to join in and find other other players, go and visit TNchick's site.

Colours of autumn

It all started here on 7 September when I first noticed the signs of autumn and posted a picture of the trees I could see from our house. Later the occasionally relaxed Max of BritishSpeak nagged suggested it might be an idea to record the progress of autumn. So I did. Max, this is for you.

I know it's late and I'm missing some but as winter sets in, I thought it would be good to look back over what has been a very colourful autumn. The exercise was interesting because it clearly shows how much the light and weather play their part, as well as the progress of the season.

It's my first attempt at anything like this. If it turns out to be horribly slow to load, I'll take it down.