All Hallows' E'en

THE SKIES they were ashen and sober;
The leaves they were crispèd and sere,
The leaves they were withering and sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir:
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir. - Ulalume by Edgar Allan Poe

Mushroom civilisation

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.


- Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath

Autumn colours

Morning frost

Grinzing

Vienna cakes

The Gewandhausorchester at Musikverein

Albertina

Česká Lípa