Well, we're coming to a time of the year that I absolutely love and hate at the same time. It's only fair that when it's cold outside you can get outside and shoot something decent - seems like a logical trade-off, no? Well, we are now entering the bitter fall and its cruel mistress is the death of photography for an entire month.

We've passed the point of the trees turning yellow and have witnessed their fading into nothingness. The bums are tucked away at the local library and I am left alone in my cellar room, coddling my camera so it doesn't turn against me and slit my throat with broken lens remains in my sleep.

I.. sense I've gone too far.

Anyway! It's good to know that, no matter what happens, there is always something to shoot. I should quit my whining and find that very thing. I'll be outside!

So long!