Oh sweet november, you make things look so delightful, every time, every year. Isn't this month beautiful? the transition from life to death, towards a new beginning. The harmonizing colors of autumn whispers poetry. It's a dream that returns over and over again.
My favorite month to layer up on wool and knits as I did here. Picky is me when it comes to outer wear. I struggle to find the right coat considering the quality nowadays cost you a couple of hundred dollars. When in doubt, thrift it out.. haha… I am unsure if this coat is men or women however the thick wool and color pattern won me over, so perfect for this month.
Pardon the boredom. There are days where I just want to experiment with my camera. I am still, believe it or not, trying to figure out the settings. Most of my photos are spirit of the moment... a feeling… which I can't seem to explain. I know I don't want to do this professionally at all (too many hobbies) though I can't understand why I love it so much…. Then ironically, for next semester, I registered for an introduction to photography course. We'll see where that takes me...
You'll never know how beautiful home is until you go back. The cracked paint traces back to many memories. Changing autumn leaves blazing from the east sun dances through that same childhood window, why haven't I noticed it before?… its beauty… its old warm love… home.