mushrooms

Fall into Autumn

There is a strange misconception over here that Americans have never heard this word before.  People will say to me "Autumn . . ." and then hastily add ". . . or as you would say 'Fall'"

in which I meet a large buck deer

This fine fellow was hanging out in a derelict walled garden on the below mentioned manor house estate.  I have no idea what he was doing there.

the house with the cartoon eyes

The Manor house

Milford

how i spent my summer vacation

The National Bar
(JB thinks this entry's title makes it sound as though I spent my Summer in an empty bar, so let me clarify: I spent my Summer assisting him with some of the design decisions on this new bar/cafe)

strangers in the night

envy

For one glorious day I got to pretend that these Deth P. Sun paintings were mine