Autumn. I love the word. I love it more because its one of the words my son says adorably. I love it slightly less than I used to on account of the gloomy, chilly evenings I'm experiencing, after a gloomy, rainy summer. Still, before I begin to absolutely loathe the word, here's a glimpse of why I still think it's semi- cool. 
The Greenhouse.
The Greenhouse.
Late Afternoon at the park
last of the green leaves
A final burst of defiance by the flowers before winter decides to show them who's Daddy
Henry Moore and Nature.
Pickwick finds his Kamal...
...in the Keechad!
6 comments:
nice pics. pickwick's gotten big no?
I was just about to say that!!! Some more photooos of Pickwick plizz..
LOCA: He just look big in the picture.. all those clothes mask the scrawny lil thing.
Smithy read above comment. as for photos- check mail ...
aya! pickwick looking big. waat he eats blossomes?
he be eating junk! *sob* ee really IS my son.
Swietne zdiecia...:)
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