Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Why don't you make like a tree and get outta here

Because the only revealable thought tumbleweeding through the barrens of my skull is that if Horatio Alger and Alger Hiss had a love child this Horatio Hiss would surely be a down-on-his-luck private dick, here's some autumnal leaving.





















































































































14 comments:

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

As the saying goes.
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Life As I Know It Now said...

I just don't like it when the tree leaves turn mostly yellow and brown and then fall off. Some years that is all the fall foliage we get but this year we are getting a lot of deep reds, purples, yellows and oranges and it is really beautiful. Thanks for sharing your pictures.

I am at home today sick. :( I'll play on the laptop and lay in bed all day and drink herbal teas with honey and lemon.

Demeur said...

Our trees are bigger than yours and they don't turn on you. So there.

Randal Graves said...

if, you calling me a pecker? Which makes me think of this hilarity.

life, with each passing year there seems to be less and less red and affiliated colors, but I'll take some autumn over no autumn.

Watch some Buffy, too, that cures most non-malarial ills.

demeur, this is the Midwest, dammit, our trees are all about manners and hospitality.

anne said...

randal, of the top photo , i have so many photos that male friends have taken of themselves ,putting the camera on the ground and standing in front of the tree so that the tumbleweedingbranching falls up from their long hair ,and their body stumped one with tree, what's up with that ? \ and of the last post , how i love when the animals are p'lying their in struments , said mis' for child lit

Beach Bum said...

Damn good pictures!

As for Horatio Hiss, got to wonder if J Edgar would hire him to watch those nasty commies.

Randal Graves said...

anne, since the three or so pictures I've taken of myself over the years are of me eerily reflected in some kind of light-tricked glass, I have no answer outside it probably being this (images don't match the song, damn you, copyright bastards).

BB, only if he promises to not rat on him and Clyde.

anne said...

oH, have you noted the ..manly .. . . mentions by 'er .. in other places near by , on this fine falling a little wet day (i just went for a pudddly dip in to one of your photos here, i do a lot of looking too closely falling in .. . ) , on blackdog' , and ioz's bigfoot ,fennesz digger clip .. ./ of photos and glass up size this one of me to a full page in what ever way you do that and you can see all of the dried water markings on the glass distorting ,of the water problem in the walling (haunt) here

anne said...

oh, also , i loved the bonnets in the .. lawne,of those on .. post a few back

okjimm said...

..... just looks like a bunch a future compost to me.

Prunella Vulgaris said...

love that leaf creeping up the tree there, though all of these are swank.

Tom Harper said...

They had two love children: Horatio Hiss and Alger Alger. Together, they changed the world.

Nicholas Temple said...

I miss the ancient trees that surrounded my house. This apartment complex has few trees and all of them are very young.

susan said...

Autumn's consolation is glorious color in daytime and sweet music at night.