Mad For October

I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

If I ever not quote this quote on Some Photoblog in October, assume I’m dead. Or been kidnapped.

I’ve observed that the third or fourth (depending on how it works out) weekend in October is the best time for autumn leaves. It’s usually around the 20th. I normally go to my favourite Heaton Park to take pictures, but this year I made a change and went to Prestwich Clough instead. It’s the same area, pretty much, just one tram stop further. I came back with so many good shots that I’ll have to split the best ones into two posts.

Mushrooms growing on a tree, or is it faerie steps?

That bench made an appearance on my blog before, in the Alone But Not Lonely post. Which also quoted L.M. Montgomery. (When do I not quote L.M. Montgomery?)

There’s a church with a graveyard. The graves you see are quite old (from 1930s/1940s) but there are new ones too, they still bury people here. Grim, but you know, it’s the season!

Shades of gold.

The fallen leaves make a great carpet.

Leaves in the water.

That’s it for today, Part 2 coming soon!

It’s Autumn

Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.

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Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge is Autumn, so I couldn’t not participate. Autumn is what I’m on about.

All pictures were taken in my local park with my smartphone–just like everything else I post here seems to be. (I’ve not gone to Heaton Park yet this autumn.)

Alone

This week the Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge is Alone.

May I just offer my whole blog?

Only joking. Here is a lone crow perching on a fence by the tram tracks.

Most of the time I’m alone. (Unless you count my cat.) All the time, really, except for days when I go into the office. I’m single by choice and not looking for relationship, and I go everywhere on my own. I can’t imagine it any other way anymore. I can’t imagine not seeing a film at the cinema because I have no one to go with, I can’t imagine missing out on seeing a favourite artist of band because there’s nobody to accompany me to their concert. I date myself.

Sure, the system screws over single people. When I recently needed a hotel for a night, I saw how much the price increased when I changed the booking from the default two people to one, even though it was the exact same room. The insatiable capitalistic greed punishing solo travellers for merely existing, but there’s another way to look at it. They wish they were like us. They wish they had the courage to travel alone. But they’re too scared, and so they take it out on us. They hate us ‘cos they ain’t us!

Some of my posts here on Some Photoblog feature solitary objects or animals. The tagline of my Tumblr blog is “in solitude” (also my username is a play on the word “misanthropy”). I have a Pinterest board dedicated to single life.

It’s just my way.

Bye September

So, how to wrap up the ninth month of the year 2022?

September is the month when I started Some Photoblog, back in 2015. September marks the transition from summer to autumn. The first autumn leaves appear, that phenomenon that makes poets pick up their pens and photographers their camera. And painters their brush.

transformative

adjective

causing a marked change in someone or something

(from Google)

Queen Elizabeth saw Liz Truss becoming prime minister, said this is too much, and bowed out.

And I discovered mushrooms grow in my local park.

The blogger on the first day of the month is the same person as the blogger at the end of the month, but she has been through something… transformative. (Refer to my previous two posts.)

But she is still taking pictures with her smartphone in the park. Because that is what she does.

Mindful

I have mentioned, here and there on this blog, that I suffer from anxiety. I have so for my whole life. But it wasn’t until summer 2022 that I finally got help. (I was actually contacting my doctor regarding ADHD, which I’m sure I’ve got, but because I scored so high on anxiety in a questionnaire, I was referred to mental health services for it.) The six sessions I had with my practitioner included some helpful tips for when that dreaded feeling rears its head again. One of them was a mindful activity.

A clump of trees in my local park became my favourite place to do this exercise. It just means using your five senses to be aware of your surroundings.

September is such a month. The last remains of the summer are still present, but autumn slowly creeps in. Can’t wait for the colourful glory of this season!

It is important to slow down.

Pigeon conference, again.