Autumn in its infancy in the sunshine is the thing.

^ I enjoy the way the shadows from the grass look like musical notes on a score. This could very well be projected-in-perspective sheet music for syncopated jazz!

Sound advice indeed, Wisley!

Trees
fat with leaves
please the lens
so much, that it has to seize
with the panache of Saussure
the light, trickled, to reassure
us that it can measure
and meander in amber
song.