a friday afternoon.

Driving along damp roads lined with copper, fallen from trees. Listening to Kimya Dawson singing about the tsunami and feeling endlessly greatful that I still have many of those I love the most. Mist and drizzle; the colours of the trees making up for the grey sky. Trying not to slip over on the carpet of leaves, dodging chestnuts falling from the trees. Foraging with the squirrels, a pocket full of goodies. Light starting to fade at 4pm.





















Dartington Hall, Devon.