I went with the children to the movies today, to see Brave. I didn't expect much, but was pleasantly surprised. The story is not very original, and much of the movie was rather calculated to raise emotional responses, but below all this was a sense of truth even if fairy-tale. And that is not bad at all.
Late, just before sunset, I went for a walk and took some photographs. Autumn is advancing, slowly but surely. We are having cold nights, and that will probably help with the leaf colors.
(Posting title is from Sonnet XII: "When I do count the clock that tells the time" by William Shakespeare.)