I’m pleased with these; some of them have an eerie feel.
Look at this majestic crow, sitting there and cawing like it’s on top of the world.
Okay, from the picture you can’t tell it was cawing but believe me, it was. That’s how I noticed it, as I don’t normally look at tops of houses.
Pics captured on the way from the supermarket.
I love it when I get amazing results when doing something so mundane as shopping for groceries. It’s the little things, hey. Which is a lot, in this year of hell.
It’s not only October that gets to be golden!
When I saw them, it seemed to me as if they spoke to me, pleading: “please take a picture of us!” I felt like Anne of Green Gables.
Quotes about hope are ten a penny. For this blog entry I picked two, both from popular series with the word “star” in the title.
I watch this office every day as I have for 40 years, believing one day others like me would walk through that door. That my hope was not in vain. Today is that day. And that hope is you, Commander Burnham.Aditya Sahil, Star Trek Discovery S3 E1
Blockade Runner Pilot: Your Highness, the transmission we received. What is it that they’ve sent us?
Princess Leia: Hope.Rogue One
America, you have done it!
This photograph would not have existed had things not happened in the exact way they did.
Very dramatic, I know. The reality is much more mundane, though. But it’s still true.
So, I like fast food. Not only do I get fast food every week, I get fast food several times a week. Coronapocalypse has only exacerbated this. Last night, I went out yet again to get me some. I ordered a burger meal and the guy behind the counter said: “it’ll take 10 minutes”. I said okay and instead of waiting inside the shop staring at my phone (the signal isn’t always good in there) and despite it being dark and quite cold now, I decided to walk around the block. It’s a familiar street, been there a million times, the street borders the park that has seen so much of my presence in this strange year. And then I saw them. Growing in someone’s front yard. White flowers, blooming. I don’t know what they are, I’m not good with flowers. I took the phone out of my pocket and snapped a picture and here it is:
I did not expect it to turn out as well as it did. I tried to keep my hands steady while it was being captured and thought it would still come blurry. But it didn’t.
And this is how I ended up with the best photograph ever taken in my whole life.
It’s had no adjustments, apart from some added brightness. It’s not even cropped. Taken with my smartphone, I stress once again. When I wasn’t even trying. Here’s your motivational story.
This post could be a companion to this one from last year–same colours, only that one is staged. Also has the gothic romance aesthetics. As it happens, my favourite book of all time is Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. (The new Netflix adaptation is very underwhelming. Read the book, or watch the Hitchcock version instead.)
So, that’s it. Imagine if I cooked that night, instead of got a takeout. I would never have ended up with the best picture of my life. Checkmate, healthy eating enthusiasts and foodies!
I was lucky to have captured them. It really does pay to get out of the house sometimes.
I went out for a walk after it stopped raining and this is what I got from it:
October has been a good month for my blog, which I honestly never expected in this year of hell.
A follow-up to my previous post, World in October–more October pics!
I like crows but birds are always so impossible for me to photograph. This was taken from quite a distance and I cropped it a lot afterwards, hence the weird composition.
Over the years, I’ve taken a million pictures of this tree from my living room window (well, not literally a million but you know what I mean) but I have never seen that many birds on its branches. Must have got lucky to catch them at a conference. Or maybe they’re just chilling after some big event, whatever that was.
Title of this post uses words from the famous Anne of Green Gables quote “I’m so glad I live in the world where there are Octobers”.
As is shown on this photo, the trees grow alongside the tram tracks, the tram stop is just nearby. These days, when I get off the tram and walk from the stop home, I take off my face mask when I’m on this path and I am hit with the smell of autumn. I would not notice it if I was not wearing the mask and I would not be wearing the mask if it wasn’t for the pandemic, so it’s interesting what these strange times make you discover.
Asters, as always. They normally grow in the front yard where I live but this summer the rental agency mowed it so there aren’t any 😦
I hope everyone reading this is having a good, or at least okay, October.
See this bench in the grove?
I think it would go well with this quote from LM Montgomery book Emily’s Quest.
I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy. I held a series of conversations with imaginary comrades and thought out so many epigrams that I was agreeably surprised at myself.
Remind you of something? Yes, LMM used this almost exact quote in in Anne of Windy Poplars. Windy Poplars was released in 1936 and Emily’s Quest in 1927, so Emily’s quote came earlier. (Note: Anne of Windy Poplars and Anne of Ingleside were written much later than the rest of Anne books.)
Compare the two books, though. Emily books are much darker than Anne books (there is also altogether more darkness in Montgomery’s work than people realise, but that’s another topic). Windy Poplars covers the three years in Anne’s life when she teaches school at Summerside, while Gilbert is working towards his medical degree. Large chunk of the book is comprised of her letters to Gilbert and that line is from one of them. They are apart for now, but they write to each other and look forward to the time they finally get married and start their life together. So, all is good. Emily’s Quest, on the other hand, is quite a different story. While her friends leave home to pursue their dreams, Emily stays and tries to become a writer. She and her love interest, Teddy, can’t seem to get together because they have communication issues. Emily gets ill, suffers from, what we call now, depression, agrees to marry a man she doesn’t love, and it takes years for her to finally find the happiness she deserves. It’s–bleak. Definitely not one for the children’s books section. Or even Young Adult section. Like one reviewer on Goodreads put it “Montgomery’s work is constantly under-estimated, and the way the books are marketed doesn’t help (the flowery script, the swoony illustrations).” I’ve been saying that for years.
Anne and Emily are both orphans with different journeys, but I think both of them would have loved that little bench under the trees.