"Pumpkin Time" is that moment, generally prescribed by your fairy godmother, when your carriage turns into an autumnal squash and your designer frock reverts to rags. Half the swans at the Aquadrome are mottled and brown like this chap at the moment, no doubt having missed the deadline.
I've got heaps of shots like this from twilight wanders around the lakes, so thought I would post one quickly before disappearing for the weekend. There's a touch of (none too subtle) manual HDR to bring out the swan's eye.
I'll be out and about, catching up Sunday. Hope everyone has a wonderful few days in the meantime.