Autumn leaves and loaves …

Things – like a walk in the park,

Things – like a walk in the dark …

Suddenly,  the leaves are falling all at once.  It’s Autumn turning to Winter and time for the deer cull in Richmond Park.  Clouds  are gathering …

Clouds gathering above the deer in Richmond Park

Clouds gathering above the deer in Richmond Park

... but the young will survive ...

… but the young will survive …

Back in Barnes, we visit the bookshop, finding that it has a new owner. While John is perusing the shelves, I am dazzled by what is parked outside.

A beauty

A beauty…

... a Triumph - in both senses of the word

… a Triumph – in both senses of the word

Down by the Thames, the light is slowly going golden as daylight fades.  There are still boats and rowers by Barnes Bridge.

Boats and rowers on the river at Barnes

Boats and rowers on the river at Barnes

Barnes Bridge - remains of the day ...

Barnes Bridge – remains of the day …

I manage to capture a spectacular sunset as we pass Barnes Pond a little later on the way home …

Sunset by Barnes Pond ...

Sunset by Barnes Pond …

The next day couldn’t have been more of a contrast.  The rain beat down incessantly and everything was a sullen, sodden mouse grey.   With the change in the hour, everything gets dark so early and I was feeling weary as it got to supper time.

No bread – Bof!  I would have to brave the rain but it’s only five minutes walk to Gail’s, our local bakery.  The street lights were on and because of the rain, the dead leaves seemed to sparkle with a last little show of life.

Fallen leaf with raindrops

Fallen leaf with raindrops

Autumn colours

Autumn leaves – ‘yellow and black and pale and hectic red’ (from’Ode to the West Wind’) – Percy Bysshe Shelley

More leaves, more rain ...

More leaves, more rain …

Falling leaves ...

Falling leaves …

Just managed to buy the last loaf.  The rain was falling in tiny, sparkly diamond droplets, backlit by the street lamps.  It was just one of those moments out of time when you feel completely happy in that instant to be alive. I caught it like I caught a falling leaf, which is meant to bring you luck.  The leaf is still in my coat pocket.

'Raindrops keep falling on my head' - Jackson Pollock style ...

‘Raindrops keep falling on my head’ – somewhat in the style of Jackson Pollock …

Read Sonnet LXXIII by William Shakespeare  –  but stay optimistic about ‘life in general’ …

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One Comment

  1. Muriel
    Posted 14 January 2017 at 6:11 pm | Permalink

    Wonderful photos and descriptions as ever! It is a joy to see how you see the world both through your photos and your words, always so apt and beautifully chosen. You see ordinary things and make them extraordinary.