lapsedmodernist

Living entities are at the different stages of progressing through autumn. Naked slick wet black trees, with their fractal branches, stand right next to the rich auras of yellow golden leaves in ornate shapes. A mixed-up tree is afire with a cluster of reds on one side, then browning, compromised green with flashes of yellow all over the rest. It gets dark early, low flocks of birds rapidly passing overhead seem like mercury-colored shadows projected onto the sky from the gray water below. On the tour boat decks, people are shivering, but if you walk down to where the houseboats are docked, people are reading newspapers and eating sandwiches with cheese in these lit-up bells bobbing up and down, in the early evening darkness.

Fionn asks to go for a bike ride, but it's already too dark. I helped him gather leaves, they are drying in some books, which ones I already forgot, but later in the winter we can start making his first herbarium.

Soups, I must make lots of hearty soups, it is that season.

Here is an autumnal picture I took a couple of weeks ago.