Pas de deux.

 

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When the autumn rains start, I spend a lot of time looking down at the ground, looking for droplets on fallen leaves, watching out for slugs and worms.

Sometimes I’ll talk myself out of a photograph because it doesn’t seem interesting enough, and then I’ll stop right in the middle of a parking lot and turn around, go back, crouch down and snap a photo.

I’m constantly arguing with myself:

Don’t add more pointless fluff to the world.

But what if the world needs a little pointless fluff to even out all of the heavy stuff?

Well, here it is, whatever it is. I need to stop stopping myself, and just post.

Day 303 of Project 365: Oak leaves.

FunkyPlaid and I, each with our own ailments, managed to shamble around the neighborhood together just before dusk. We got a great preview of some of our neighbors’ Halloween decorations and scuffed our feet in a bunch of oak leaves.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: Faith No More’s cover of “Easy” because I made a stupid joke and that’s how it goes in this place.

Day 298 of Project 365: Streets of gold.

I dozed off on the bus and woke up to glimpse a huge rainbow in the eastern sky. The color of the sky was so strange that as soon as I hopped off at my stop I stood in the light rain to take a snap. No filters here, just gorgeous autumn sky.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Resist the Tide” by Cynthia Hopkins.

Resist the tide, stand in the water
That’s baptism, that’s making light
Electricity is proof that there can be
A little bit of light in all this darkness

Day 284 of Project 365: Leaves afire.

En route to the bus, I snapped a quick photo of some of our lovely autumn foliage.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “The Wind” by Doe Paoro (feat. Adam Rhodes).

 

Day 274 of Project 365: Morning dew.

I am so grateful to Past-Cygnoir for taking a photo early this morning so Present-Cygnoir didn’t have to scramble blearily around the house for a last-minute snap.

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Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Whipped Cream Rag” by Fred van Eps.