Gothic Time

It’s almost Halloween and I just happen to have some pictures that–I hope–evoke the atmosphere of the gothic and the spooky.

I’m quite pleased with these photos; they’re from the same place as my two previous autumnal posts, Prestwich Clough in Manchester.

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.)

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.