Forgive me. It's not you, nor is it me, it's just autumn.
Big smile, head empty, ready to be filled with candy.
Orange above, dew-chilled below.
Fast fashion, you say? Well, they're available for a limited time, I'll tell you that much!
"Spring has sprung! And all the lovers knowing that spring has come!" -Terry Taylor, "Spring Has Sprung" (1997).
When the trees are under the spell of winter's anesthetic stupor, we teach the blade-bearers how they may be safely diminished.
Are you telling me that cats dressed as finely as we should feel hunger? Preposterous!
Be grateful! The seasonal staff have been working through the night to lay out the white carpet for you.
A mountain guide stands near a warm cabin and points across a vast expanse of snow at a shimmering peak.
The jeans are from grandma, the Nintendo is from Uncle Red.
Zardoz gets to play Santa this year. The results are surprisingly heartwarming!
A woman, dressed warmly, gathers some flowery sprites in from a garden overtaken by frost.
Would you like you memories with tea? Or with gravy?
It's November, and all around, the natural world is settling into its slumber.
American cereal manufacturers ask: What if the Bride of Frankenstine was instead his no-strings-attached DJ cousin?
A bipedal cat, a degenerate, and a two-faced scoundrel welcome you to a world of illusion.
It's autumn, and what better time to share our reflections with one another?
For thousands of years, cats have had homes. Now, they have demands.
Now is the springtime of our mild affect made glorious summer by these daughters glam.
The month of June is a time for beautiful flora.
Few can deny that cats are miniature demigods, albeit with quite constrained empires of influence.
The Fish of April swam all the way from France to bring you this apology bouquet.
"Oh wad power the giftie gie us, to see oursels as others see us!"
A parade of blacks, from gray to black, are scrutinizing you with yellow eyes.
It's a cloudy day, but this kitty's not going to get caught unprepared.