Autumn is dead. Here are mugshots for its tombstone. It was back in October when one could still go out without risking death of exposure. Oh well. One more reason not to go out. Advertisements
Remember that before the coming of this shitty slush, all was lush green? You don’t? Me neither. But I have pictures to prove it.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Cheeky. I was flirting with the idea of posting a snap of my literal cheeks for the challenge (not face cheeks, as I don’t post my face all over the internet, the other ones (as I totally post my ass all over the internet?)). But I can do
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Serene. There is no such thing as serenity. There’s always a sense of threat looming in the quiet, a calm before the storm. Sunsets are particularly scary this way.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Transformation.
In response to Cardinal’s Changing Seasons challenge. I thought I’d never go out in November. And I didn’t go out. I rode a bike. That was my third attempt at the bike after fifteen years. It went poorly, and I don’t get farther than two kilometres. Then I collapse, catching for breath and fending off
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Temporary.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Peek.
October is almost over, and so is the Changing Seasons challenge, and so are my dreams, hopes and desires. I’m kidding! I don’t remember ever having any. I do have photos though.
In response to WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Glow.