I know he's not a beetle, he's a bug. I don't know which one, except this particular little bug enjoyed sitting on the outside of the car windscreen. I love his reflection mirrored in the glass
I love the clouds mirrored in the loch
I love the thistles when they finally give up their bright colour and regimental stance and take on an altogether more haphazard and untidy appearance looking bleached and drained of colour.
I didn't know whether this tiny slug was resting or had drowned in a thimble of water trapped at the bottom of the mushroom
I love Autumn. I love it especially when it doesn't rain all the time! And I can walk from the top of the garden all the way to the bottom, to the edge of the loch, and see all manner of wonderful tiny creatures and plants.