Tuesday, 26 November 2013

When the sleet is blowing, I'm inclined to look downward when walking, where there is a whole other language to be found written on the pavement.  Some apparently official, some less so.

My son said that he finds oil stains quite beautiful, and I have to agree.  A molecules-thick super-nova lying on the the rainwater:

Elsewhere, I spotted a comet...

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Fall came, a few weeks of glorious colour and sunny, calm days, and then the switch got thrown, and the rains and winds washed and blew it down the drains.  But sunny days still happen, and then the remains of the leaves glow in puddles.  In the sheltered corners a few seeds are still left:

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Well, that was windy!  A couple days of heavy winds, culminating in a night of real gale.  I went down to Patterson Park in the afternoon, a park exposed to the whole width of the lake, where the rollers break on the wide shallows.

Even in that wind a few leaves were still clinging to their branches: