Herbst: Ohmbachsee

My parents like to run. Well, apparently they do. I haven't actually witnessed it yet. I like to walk. They refuse to walk with me. All I want to do is take pictures while the leaves are changing! It's so pretty outside and you can't take pictures and run. Well...I guess you could but if I tried that, I'd be in a wheelchair so fast. Either that or I will have broken the last working camera in the house, ha, my bad. Anyway, I've been begging my parents to go on walks with me so I can take pictures. I don't like going alone. There's wild pigs out there, man.

Side note: I did go on a walk with my dog the other day. I went up a way I had never gone before. I was starting to get scared because it was near the forest and such. Anyway, I kept going and through the trees, I saw this giant white thing. I thought for sure I had come across a plane crash site. I was freakin'. Turns out it was just some storage area for the farmers. My imagination makes it impossible for me to go on long walks alone.

So. I finally convinced my mom to go on a walk with me. We walked around this lovely lake. I have such great memories that took place at this lake going back to when I was nine years old! I think that's pretty crazy. There were some lazy days here and definitely some more eventful times. I had a great time walking around the lake and talking with my mother. We were kicking up the leaves and laughing having a good time. Then she says, "One time, I was doing this and I kicked up a dead squirrel." Moment kind of ruined. Or at least leaf kicking was for the moment. Gotta love her! Here's some pictures we took:

It's October!

It's been October for a while but it's now officially October. I finally got my pumpkins! I love picking out my pumpkin every year. I have been picking out my own pumpkins since ever. I can remember the days when my elementary school would take a trip to the pumpkin patch and every one picked out the pumpkin they thought was best. Then we would take a hayride through the pumpkin patch back to the main entrance. Oh, and there were cookies and apple cider, of course! Those were the days, but, to be honest, I haven't grown out this pumpkin picking business. I was pretty upset to hear my mom suggest we just buy our pumpkins at the commissary. It's just not the same. Picking a pumpkin out of a box in the middle of the grocery store just doesn't cut it. Besides, I wanted to take pictures. 

Speaking of taking pictures...my mom and I encountered a little problem in the beginning. You just don't fully understand what happens when the two of us get together until you have experienced it. I'm not saying we're stupid but the train is definitely not in the station if ya know what I mean. My mom starts taking pictures of me and then she goes to view them. She says, "Oh, the lighting is bad over here." So we go elsewhere. The "lighting" was bad there, too. After about fifteen minutes, I take the camera and look. Yeah, we were so on the wrong settings but neither of us thought to check. We just kind of laugh it off. Like always. Here's the result of our little mishap. Warning: You might need sunglasses.