This mini snail I met on my way to work one morning.
This plaque, which I, after having passed it five times a week for the last six months, have finally noticed. It marks the house the Hungarian poet József Attila had once lived in.
The rainbow I saw from our balcony the other day.
These pressed flowers I found in a book. They must have been there for the past twenty years.
These fox earrings (I am slowly but irreversibly turning into a Crazy Cat Lady; a spinster of a certain age, with wild hair, weird clothes and age-inappropriate jewellery).
Autumn. It’s almost gone now so let these pictures stand for All Things Awesome That I Missed Out On This Year.