FALLs upon Southland. There are subtle hints, like the golf course changing colour in places—
—and cute little mushrooms popping up all over … some to die for, others to die from—
I was on my knees by the highway way out in the countryside, snapping the above when there came a loud squawk of bike brakes and a woman’s voice intruding upon my reveries—
“Are you okay?” with genuine concern.
She was about my own vintage and decked out in modern cycling gear which must surely have added to the discomforts of ancient biking. Seems she’d seen my butt sticking up out of the ditch and concluded (location, circumstances) that I’d had an accident; which was neighbourly of her—normally old dears advise me solemnly “not to eat those!” (I don’t. Brrrr …)
Later, in the golf course, I nearly achieved an ambition (no, not a hole-in-one)(I don’t play, I just keep finding lost balls—I gave away over a hundred and since have saved up about a hundred and thirty more) … I very nearly had a fantail perch upon my extended hand. No kidding—they are very flitty birds and quite friendly. S/he kept coming closer so I held my arm out; and just when it looked like it might actually land on the Spouse texted me …
This next is from a ‘bark garden’ car park just outside Queens Park in town.
These things love bark for whatever reason and don’t mind the traffic at all.
And within the park the management had forgotten to turn off the lighting on the rotunda again, which suited me nicely—
—I love that the modern camera can be set to record in B & W plus a single selected colour; this time blue.
IT HAS BEEN
a bumper autumn so far for mushies, I’ll post some more soon (and try not to throttle the next sweet old dear that solemnly tells me not to eat them) …