Yes, people. It pains me too. I didn't even bother correcting the red-eye: What's the point? Angst is angst. (Thanks to Tiff for sending me the reaction from the other side of the room!)
On my way home from school today, I stopped to take a picture that I've been meaning to take since, oh ... I don't know ... freshman year of college?
|Paoli Pike near Warren Avenue|
Before I go any further, I may as well keep the theme of angst going here. When I drove by this spot on Wednesday, the shades of yellow in the trees and the fallen leaves on the ground were incredibly bright. Two days later: gone. (Again, refer back to the last post about frustration re: absurdly fast passage of time.) Yet another rip-my-hair out moment. Oh well, I guess I can try again in 11 or 12 months.
I've driven down Paoli Pike one hundred gajillion times. I'll probably drive down Paoli Pike another three thousand gajillion times before I die. I think that's why I put off stopping to take these pictures for the past 10 years. I absolutely didn't have time on Wednesday when the color were beautiful, and I had forgotten my camera. Oh well. Next year, next year.
|Oakleaf hydrangea I think?|
Time to start the weekend. Do your best to avoid angst until Monday (or Sunday night).
|"I don't know what angst is, but if I did I would tell you to just sleep your way through it."|