Autumn won't linger much longer. I am still playing with the fisheye lens. Today I entered more than 100 books in Librarything. I keep finding things I want to read and re-read. But now I am reading the books on Lorca. That overblown Spanish rhetoric sometimes is embarassing, but he really has a gift for image and metaphor. So I will have to look at the poetry some more, particularly the Cante Jondo and the Gypsy Ballads. It continues wet, chilly and largely overcast. We will only be able to stay three weeks or less. I am sad. The woodpecker was back today at the suet. This one was, I think, a female Hairy Woodpecker, and most nimble.