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On an impulse, I find myself in Ipswich again, in search of autumn and peace. I'd venture they're often synonyms, and after spending most of last Sunday cooking instead of lolling on the terrace, I've felt like tipping the balance back to dolce far niente before the sun leaves us for more or less half a year. Blissfully, the day was sunnier and warmer than most last week, and on my way to the Tube station I spotted many an extravagant, sparkly, edgy, flowy, confident and all-around over-the-top people rushing to the buyers and press entrance of some show. For a moment I thought, how silly to go away in the midst of London Fashion Week, when I could just sip an awesome coffee on a tiny terrace ten meters away from these gorgeous people! And take many glorious photos I'll never get to upload, much less blog! There's a myth that London folk are glitzier than in all other cosmopolite world capitals and while that may be true, especially at weddings and when clubbing, what la creme de la creme wears to work on a daily basis appears much less inspired and ballsy then, say, over the pond in Paris and New York, and certainly way toned down for my Bucharest-shaped taste. The apparitions today were, thus, a striking contrast to previous LFW crowds I've witnessed, and such a breath of fresh air for the eye candy hungry!

I carried on, however, as soon as I considered taking the camera out of my bag and decided against it the next second, remembering my advanced state of tiredness. It's brilliant to shoot with Chris's Nikon, but quite a bit of weight on my neck or shoulder. I was also lugging a small case, and rushing, so opening my bag's zip, picking up the camera, removing the lens cap, changing the settings and shooting was going to be a bit much for just one hand, while walking. Also, turns out I've been invited to my own small bit of LFW goodness on Monday evening, backstage and camera included, so focusing on that inital plan of autumnal relaxation outside of London was more appealing in the end. What with my heart and mind already racing in the space of merely thirty seconds of reverie!

So here I am, tucked away in a bed in a house in a garden in Ipswich, thanking the universe for my treats today. Precise, yet puffy clouds gathered in the North-Western skies like sheep rounded together by overzealous dogs. Bright yellow and orange gazanias gifted and partially planted three months ago, their colors and the surrounding light spilling into each other lazily, incessantly. Red maple tree leaves rolling down an empty street under long shadows, in the goodbye calls of infinitesimally small, or otherwise invisible birds. A mushroom silently growing in the lawn. White grapes in the twilight, ripening on a vine well trained alongside the quietest wall at the back of a countryside pub. A brief lonely wander, and a smoke in the fragrant smoke of somebody's wood fire, ahead of its time.

Tomorrow the weather announces itself capricious. Nevertheless, we will explore some unseen bits of Suffolk, and I shall do my best to breathe in and breath out without uttering as many sounds in between as I have done today. Carving my peace, now that autumn was found.