Over the last few nights, I've been going through my folders and archiving autumn's pictures, uploading more to flickr and tossing out all the images that at a third glance mean nothing. It makes me feel like such a pedant, but if I don't do it, I feel seriously overwhelmed by them all. Sort of like sorting out my wardrobe, which I'm also in the process of doing. And like when you go through your drawers and cases, you find stuff. That you really don't mind. Like some sunsets, snapped at the front gate. There were a few weeks this autumn when they seemed to light up the whole sky from that particular direction.
They were all taken on different nights, but I quite like the progression in colour. The last one really was that colour, that was the best sunset I've seen in ages. Except for the one when Coode island went off, but that was apocalyptic rather than fun. It's kind of scary to think I've been living here that long. That many winters in a house with really crap heating. I'm hoping that when we move, as well as ducted heating there will be a good sunset viewing vantage point. Maybe a veranda (a turret would be asking for too much) facing west?
I've also been crocheting and watching King of the Hill DVDs G got from the library, sewing (fabulous session this afternoon, no unpicking at all), buying shoes (wintery birks, lace up rockport walkers, baby pink uggs) and contemplating a site re-design. There's a new banner, once I figure how to translate the concept and I think I'm going to fuss and fiddle for a while. But probably not until I come back from the footy tomorrow. Go Blues, or as Grace says, Lo Lues.