“Autumn lingered on as if fond of its own perfection.” — Winston Graham, “Ross Poldark”

This morning, on my way out from the Hamilton City Council, where I was teaching staff to learn our language—NZSL (New Zealand Sign Language)—it was a beautiful, chilly morning with sunshine basking the golden, yellow, and brown leaves on the ground. Oh boy, it was a cold morning after leaving our home in Eureka, and it was 3°. 

 One of the staff told me that Hamilton City was 1°. Ouch! 

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize.” — George Eliot

I reflected on the past videos, especially those by Hamilton Lake/Lake Rotoroa, during the lockdown. Here are the video and photos.