Well, if the previous post was “The Last Hurrah” …

… this one must be “The Final Whimper” … Well. maybe “The Penultimate Whimper” … one never knows, right?
It could also be called “Carpark Elegy to Autumn”. That sounds kinda pretentious, doesn’t it? Aaah, fergit it! Looka the pictures; there are only three.



Not much, but there they are … Enjoy.

Well, maybe a few more than three … the sun came out. None of these are the same leaves, though … LOL … the wind had REALLY freshened up by this time:



Cheers, all.

 

Some more Fall Colours …

Just a few taken lately … there’s not much colour left, and this is pretty much the last, I think. The weather’s definitely moving on toward the coming Winter, and things are cooling down nicely, but the landscape henceforth will be relatively monochromatic … a limited and subdued palette.
Don’t get me wrong; I love Winter … its stark simplicity reveals the bones of the landscape, bare, without decoration … Nature’s way of abstract painting.
So, here are some colour shots … the last hurrah, as it were:






Well, yeah, that last one is a revisit of the same tree shown in the first one … in fact, they are all bits of the same tree. It’s right next to the place I park my car. Just goes to show, I reckon, that you should shoot what you’re familiar with.
I’m familiar with this place, too, but I just grabbed this final shot out my car window:

That’s it for now, folks … until the next time.
Cheers, all!

 

The Observer

Just some routine shots of ol’ Fuzzybritches as he sits on a stool that we keep in the living room. It’s one of his favourite observation posts. He just barely fits onto the seat, so he knows it must be his.



That’s about it, folks … not much, but it’s what I’ve got. If anyone wants to caption these, they’re welcome to put them into comments. I’ll try to edit them in, later.
Cheers, all!

 

A few en passant, as it were …

Last weekend, my cousin, whose basement they’re in, decided she wanted her basement back, so we put on an Art Show-cum-Sale of my dad’s paintings in the fellowship hall of her church.
No, I’m not going to put up pictures of that; perhaps some other time, but I did manage to grab a few shots of the local fall flora (My, doesn’t that sound elegant! “Flora”, yet! Wow!).
Anyhow, here they are; as little comment as possible:
A rather interesting multi-colour tree, I thought … lovely shape.

This is not “The Last Rose of Summer”, but I’ve seldom seen a rose this size (about 2½ inches) in a tight ball like this. It would appeal to “The Four Macs”. If you don’t recognize “The Four Macs”, look them up … a group of Arts and Crafts artists in Scotland; the most famous being Charles Rennie MacIntosh.

These things are called “teasels”, I think, but I don’t really know anything about ’em, except I like ’em.

Some simple shots of Fall colours and sky.


I don’t know what this is, it’s sumac-colour, but it’s not sumac … the leaf-shape is wrong, and the plant is a wee little bushy thing, about 24 inches tall.

Last one … a closeup of the leaves. I couldn’t get the camera to see the light as coming through the leaves, and my Photoshop skills are not up to the task. Oh, well …

Thanks, folks … and Cheers!

 

A nonsensical caption …

This is just a “puff of sillery” (apologies to W.S. Gilbert) that I’ve attached to a rather ordinary shot of Ol’ Fuzzybritches, taken recently.

“What do you mean, YOUR clean laundry?”

Thought you might be amused. Whatever qualities cats may or may not possess, one is indisputable … they are extremely comical. But you mustn’t laugh … at least, not out loud; it offends their dignity, and they will stalk off, ignoring you, for at least an hour.
Cheers, all!