I hate choosing

064:365 Timid is as timid does.

Yesterday, it was a cinch to choose the photo of the day. Today was agonizing. My daughter's class went apple picking and, because I volunteered, I got to spend a bit of morning time staring down at the Saint John River Valley in the mist. None of the photos are spectacular, but I like 4 of them a lot. I've made a choice but am tempted to change my decision.



The ducks swam into the picture out of nowhere.



The tree framed the horizon perfectly.



The mist hung over the valley as if by design.



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But the combination of fall colours has tentatively won out. At least for now. Just call me a timid editor. Or at least an indecisive one.

Where there is no light

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Truth be told, this week held very little fluff for me. Tonight all I wanted to photograph was the void.

Next week's prompt: timid

Civics' Lesson

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The blurring says it all: my vote doesn't matter. There's really only 2 parties here in this province and one of them has all the focus tonight.

She speaks in bubbles. I, in barbs.

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Kathryn and I saw this bit of garbage grubbing fluff on our walk home from book club.



059:365 Kick at the darkness.

My Friday was blue and the weather didn't help.



060:364 Mafia Bunnies

I really wanted this bit of fluff to look sinister. Note to you all: pink bunny slippers cannot look sinister no matter how much you manipulate shadows with a flashlight.

The last day of summer

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Defeatism

Yep, that's right, I've givien up on my own prompt. I did have photo ideas for pacifisism and vandalism, not to mention all those provincial election signs that are over town with their myriad of -isms, but, hey, life is busy and losses must be cut. Instead:



055:365 Spare the rod...



056:365 The first time she tied the laces on her shoes all by herself. Bye-bye bunny, she's a big kid now.

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Next week's prompt: fluff