Fall: the picturesque

Well.. it’s beginning to look like that mess we call picturesque down my street:

All I can say is there is leaves everywhere.  It was admirable at first, but now they crowd my sidewalks, doorways, my windshield, my gates; they’re everywhere.. but seriously, check them out:

Ripe as a delicious skittle.  Weird enough, I was tempted to eat these little guys.

This tree below me is religious in color..

One fall morning, I was killing some time over by MIT — seeing that it’s in my backyard, I decided to go check out the Charles River, famed for it’s glory for sailboats, rowers, and shenanigans.

..Kinda cool; if you look close up you can see the Charles MGM bridge, a Red Line MBTA marvel.  If you’re lucky and clouds don’t exist, hit the T around 5:30PM inbound and you’ll crawl over the bridge’s (and Boston’s for that matter) best scenic sunset shot possible.  It’s specter is definitely post card material.. just like this picture below:

..uh huh, aimed one right. I grew a mustache, so you could eat your heart out. Halloweens’ never seen such a role model. Take notes.

This picture was my favorite, caught this frothy badger at night. Despite the light qualities, this dry shot took zero edits and a VERY steady hand:

Life is too short.. to not be accessorizing your clothing apparel with glued on barbies and eating leafs.