When summer meets autumn:
I feel bad picking the wildflowers in the park, but for the leaves I have no such qualms. There will be more soon.
I was proud of myself earlier this week because I opened up my broken alarm clock and fiddled with the connections until the backlight was no longer stuck in the “on” position. Sadly, it didn’t take; the light came on again last night. I think the metal piece has just lost its spring and can no longer bounce back. But I like the picture.