I had all these far-ranging plans to go out and take a bunch of photos of autumn, but life and other things (the evil weather among them) conspired to throw a monkah wrench in these well laid plans of mice and pandas, and as a result I only had the chance to photograph a few autumn leaves near my hood before they all turned brown and dropped off.
And while in an ideal world these pictures of leaves would be accompanied by some pithy, neigh-poetic text about the beauty and splendor of autumn penned by yours truly, I’m afraid that this is a) not an ideal world, b) I am not nearly so poetic these days (or really, was I ever, though I was considerably more emo-angsty as a young panda) and c) I spilled coffee on my shirt this morning and whilst I washed it out (and ended up buying a new one with sleeves that are too short because the clerk didn’t measure me correctly and I foolishly trusted her without double-checking) I still smell like coffee and it is discombobulating my groove and preventing me from thinking about anything save taking a shower.
Which is my long, round-about and sort-of-weird way (it’s been an odd morning) of saying that there will not be any pithy text accompanying today’s post, only pictures of autumn leaves. Which I hope you enjoy looking at as much as I did taking them.
More photos after the keep reading link below.
Okay, that’s it for now. Thanks for reading and I’m going to try to put up a more interesting entry soon! (promises, oh sweet broken promises of mine…)
Now listening to: Markus Schulz – Not the Same (feat. Jennifer Rene)