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Autumn brings grey skies and colorful trees. This cherry has brought so much joy over the last year.
I haven't uploaded my 2021 fireworks yet, so here are some manipulations from an old 2015 shot from my Olympus EM-10. These are from a mix of Android apps including Mirror Lab and Chroma Lab. I love the bright colors and neat abstracts I get from using these apps.
Cruddy old green lock.
Shot on a phone.
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"Lancaster Martyrs - Wikipedia" en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lancaster_Martyrs
Here is the approximate location where the Lancaster Martyrs were executed. At the time it was out of the way and the hope was that it could be done out of sight of the people while they would be at home at lunch.
My favorite meal of the day; breakfast. Saturday breakfast is usually a bit different from the rest of the week.
Avocado toast, tomato, juice, moka.
It has been delightfully warm lately, but my fridge is full and my veggies are wilting ... so rather than let them spoil, I pickled them. A strange mixture of Korean radish (mu), carrots and red onions. The liquor is a mixture of water, vinegar, salt, sugar, and spices (a random assortment).
I bought the mu from the market - I was amused by its name, as it is also the response to a famous Zen koan. I wrestle with it from time to time, having been introduced to it by a Catholic nun, Sister Elaine MacInnes, who was also a Zen roshi (master).
Every day yields a moment of joy if you are prepared to look.
A small tortoiseshell browses on the last season's buddleia.
With today's equinox, autumn starts in the northern hemisphere.
Apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan.
These are the pups I removed last year. They seem to be thriving on benign neglect.
Just to prove it isn't only German that I mangle!
Dinner tonight was a lamb steak, served on a bed of mashed carrot and sweet potato, with garden peas and pickled red cabbage. Brought together with some more veloute sauce.
So - other than the enormous quantity of peas (don't hate me - I like them) - what's the deal? Well, I cooked all of this in a microwave, in three separate 4 minute sessions. Cost of energy was about 15 p. You do need the appropriate dish to sear and cook the meat, but there are so many on the used pages these days, you really ought to get one.
Lékué (offices in Barcelona) is my favorite brand, but there are others of course.
In 1840 there was a massive survey and census carried out. This is a benchmark that was made as a permanent marker for locating survey instruments.
At the same time in Aotearoa/New Zealand many tribes (but not all) signed a treaty with the Crown.
These naturally shaped stones are cobbles. Not many deliveries along here these days, judging by the amount of plants.
In the field were the delightful lambs and their mothers. They are painted with numbers to indicate their owner, when grazing on shared or common land.
My first picture shot in Raw format and developed with Snapseed.
You can see how the season is changing from the storm glass and buoyant floats in the thermometer.
But there's still one more flower bud waiting to bloom.
An iron staple fixes a cracked lintel in a fireplace.
Removing and replacing the whole structure would have been costly and dangerous. Here's an old repair that's doing a great job.
The town library is housed in what was originally the fire station, next to what was the town hall and is now the museum.
I don't know how old this lamp is, but it's rather nice, don't you think?
Walking along the riverside, the trees and undergrowth bury their roots in the ground that keep the banks together - come rain, shine, and flood. Sometimes the leaves are so dense that you can't see the river any more. So it's good to look at the trees, and think of Joyce Kilmer's wonderful poem:
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.