Chillaxing, maxing, relaxing all cool while I'm splattering some canvases inside of school.

Admittedly, for the past few seasons, fall hasn’t exactly been agreeing with me in an emotional sense. I don’t give a shit if people think that SAD is made up — it usually feels pretty damn real to me around the time where the first real weather shift happens and my summer commute turns into the dark and dreary drudge on I-70. Still, that doesn’t mean that I don’t love the good old atumnal equinox in an intellectual sense; after all, my birthday usually falls (har har!) right on the first day of autumn, the weather is nothing if not striking (when not raining), and there are great smells that exist with the departure of leaves et al that are incapable of being reproduced anywhere else. As such, I like to take advantage of the awesome things  that fall provides, even though I am frequently moping and pining through it.

Some examples of this awesome were taken at the Mansfield Covered Bridge Festival with the biffle, who makes being sad at any juncture rather impossible:

Sadly, I did not see how fucking delicious this was.

I totally crapped myself taking this photograph.

Seriously, I thought of My Antonia the entire time we drove through here.

Sometimes, Indiana can be pretty. Really really.

When you go to my Flickr account, you can see some of the more humorous accounts of this particular adventure, but these are by far the prettiest examples I have of early fall in the Midwest to date. I want to go on a leaves-are-changing photo spree sometime in between assignments or drag the family to an orchard to depict the epic inevitability that is picking a good load of apples fresh from the tree, but these are for times when I am not procrastinating desperately on starting the beginning of the end of my study blitz for my midterm. I think this tiny entry has served its purpose of warming me up to write, though, as well as a nice reminder that there are lovely things about this season even when shit feels rough.