Season of glowing sunlight and mellow fruitfulness

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"SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;"
~ John Keats (1795-1821) 'To Autumn' 

Oh well, close apart from the mist, which is not a frequent meteorological occurrence hereabouts.

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The routine evening cloud picture: it was blue from horizon to horizon and 360° around.

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Pomegranates ripening on a vacant property: a moral dilemma in the making.

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You have my word that there were three butterflies on this Buddleja as I went to take the picture.

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Some eye popping contre jour lighting effects this evening, but not many photographic subjects.
I almost had groin strain straddling an irrigation flume to get this picture. One has to suffer for one's art.

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Well it might be waste ground and weeds to you, but to me it's dramatic pictorial lighting.

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Most often, these hill sides are baked brown—especially in 'fire season'— but the late monsoon rains
have produced a green sheen in many places; anywhere there is a little thin soil to support plant life. 

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I have no idea: 1 inch in diameter; the apple green parts look like seeds; light as a feather.

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This I recognize—it is a merkhet (instrument of knowing) constructed from hay bales.
Accurate at 7pm for the uninitiated: I checked it against the Apple NTP (Network Time Protocol) server.

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