Last week in October. London. Little Venice. Drizzle. Quiet. Peaceful. I even want to believe in God, I want to thank him for placing me here, for making this place my home. I can walk here every day. And I do walk here every day. I took these photos today, because today is probably one of the last mild days of this golden autumn. Tomorrow or the day after a cold wind will blow away all the leaves and bring on winter.
I wish I could to write about it like Thomas Hardy.
Last Week in October / Thomas Hardy
Last Week in October
The trees are undressing, and fling in many places —
On the gray road, the roof, the window-sill —
A leaf each second so is flung at will,
Here, there, another and another, still and still.
A spider's web has caught one while downcoming,
That stays there dangling when the rest pass on;
Like a suspended criminal hangs he, mumming
In golden garb, while one yet green, high yon,
Trembles, as fearing such a fate for himself anon.
from Winter Words, 1928
Unless otherwise stated all photographs by Elena Bruce