Thistledown

Tonguetied, I am bound
to weave my words with thistledown...
E Portman

It's tempting to put up images of the larger landscape, explored with an inquisitive labrador puppy at my side, but its the quieter detail that often grabs my attention.
The season is definitely turning, leaning into the mellow days of September, gradually shortening as we approach the equinox. I caught glimpses of dock leaves turning crimson, berries brightening the sodden trees and seed heads spilling their treasure into the gusty wind.