Category: Winterthur
Come, Fall
The light of cohosh in early autumn
Some early Autumn flavours
The green-gold of fruiting quince. In memoriam
The young monarchs in their fields of gold
My camera closed down twice when faced with such delicate beauties straining towards the sun
A sentient world at this season
Running off into the woods away from people who are putting me off my morning coffee with furry teacups
