It's in my local park.

Autumn leaves.

A crazy hypothesis.

Well, first off, it hides some of the aging face that I have not become accustomed to.

My mood does tend to match the weather.

Sorry for all the boring pictures... I am too lazy to get my phone out when running.

Windblown and rather faded.

This oak stands about halfway around my favourite run.

This pigeon watched me type for twenty minutes before flying above my head.

Real dreaming. I dreamed that work had been worse than it was. That my script had to be completely and utterly rewritten because it was...

Right now, the world outside has been made uncanny. Every morning is like the opening line of The Day of the Triffids.