When the autumn rains start, I spend a lot of time looking down at the ground, looking for droplets on fallen leaves, watching out for slugs and worms.
Sometimes I’ll talk myself out of a photograph because it doesn’t seem interesting enough, and then I’ll stop right in the middle of a parking lot and turn around, go back, crouch down and snap a photo.
I’m constantly arguing with myself:
Don’t add more pointless fluff to the world.
But what if the world needs a little pointless fluff to even out all of the heavy stuff?
Well, here it is, whatever it is. I need to stop stopping myself, and just post.
FunkyPlaid and I, each with our own ailments, managed to shamble around the neighborhood together just before dusk. We got a great preview of some of our neighbors’ Halloween decorations and scuffed our feet in a bunch of oak leaves.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: Faith No More’s cover of “Easy” because I made a stupid joke and that’s how it goes in this place.
I dozed off on the bus and woke up to glimpse a huge rainbow in the eastern sky. The color of the sky was so strange that as soon as I hopped off at my stop I stood in the light rain to take a snap. No filters here, just gorgeous autumn sky.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Resist the Tide” by Cynthia Hopkins.
Resist the tide, stand in the water That’s baptism, that’s making light Electricity is proof that there can be A little bit of light in all this darkness
En route to the bus, I snapped a quick photo of some of our lovely autumn foliage.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “The Wind” by Doe Paoro (feat. Adam Rhodes).
I am so grateful to Past-Cygnoir for taking a photo early this morning so Present-Cygnoir didn’t have to scramble blearily around the house for a last-minute snap.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Whipped Cream Rag” by Fred van Eps.
I love autumn in all realities, but until virtual reality can deliver the faintly sweet smell of fallen leaves or their satisfying crunch underfoot, there’s no comparison.
Still, it’s picturesque there, and I like to visit.
Credits (vaguely left-to-right):
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: my bedtime alarm.
My favorite podcast, which I know I have mentioned here before, is Judge John Hodgman. In September 7th’s episode “Mommy Nearest”, Judge Hodgman shared this aphorism: “Welcome to how it goes.” He explains that saying it reminds him that “there’s no use complaining or being frustrated with a problem – you’ve just got to decide how to proceed, and do it, because otherwise you’re just idling.”
Thanks, Your Honor.
Weather report! Last week may have been summery, but this weekend has turned autumnal. We’ve got proper rain and leaves are starting to turn and fall. I’m loving it.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Death. Taxes. Hillary.” by Stephen Colbert.