Season of Mists

It is intensely beautiful today. Strong sunlight. Leaves now yellow and ochre. The wind driving them tumbling over the grass.

I am itching to put a tape in my Sony Z1E camera, take it to Swithland Woods and get some shots of leaves swirling on the ground.

Instead, I am sitting in a room with the curtains closed, reading some work for a friend so I can make comments. I am only marginally consoled by the thought that I am probably better at commenting on people's writing than I am at handling a camera.