November is almost here.
I’ve drank apple cider for the past 3 nights and 50 degrees is beginning to feel warm. It’s dark when I wake up and when I return home, and I have to sleep with the lights on from binging The Haunting of Hill House alone. I’m tired of pumpkin everything but not yet tired of the color of the trees. And lastly, I’m working on a secret project and planning the upcoming trips that will hopefully keep spirits higher through the winter.
Photography is one of the most magical mediums because of the places it can take you. For me It’s brought bubbles to national parks, I’ve been lured into snow-filled abandoned buildings, and now it’s put my dog in a pumpkin.
Of course it helps that Pooka is the most tolerant.