Procrastination, Part I

It's a week today that I went walking "my way" again. Remember, the little path through the forest?
The sun was shining, and it was actually 17 °C at noon, so I knocked off work punctually and put my hiking shoes on...

Let me take you for a walk there, since it's all rainy and cold today.
I found colours...

Yep, that's what I love about Fall!

Can one ever get enough of these leaves?

Looking back to where I set off, this sight:

Have you ever stopped to listen to the sound of the forest in Fall? You can hear single leaves fall to the ground, making a gentle rustling noise, all around you. No clickety-clack of acorns or beech-nuts, they all went down many days ago. Just the soft sound of the trees sheding their leafy dresses.


How can even a puddle look so nice? But it's only reflecting the colours of the leaves. And the sky.

Leaving the forest...

Funny how nice and colourful the leaves look in detail, when the forest as such begins to look uglily brown.

The fields are ploughed, ready for winter.

Ah, let's get back to the wonderful colours again!

Brushwood...


Nature doing a galanty show.

Soon, the blaze of color will come down like this...

But as long as it's a mural painting like this, I simply love, love, love it!

So November can be a nice month after all...