A ghostly figure (or so it seems) runs around the perimeter of Bingham's Pond in Glasgow.  Today's photos seem to be connected by the words 'fleeting' or, if you want to be posh, 'ephemeral.'

A squirrel forrages for food at dusk

A carved pumpkin, discarded presumably a couple of weeks ago

A pampas plant looking its very best

Fleeting ephemera, moments passing almost too swiftly to register them, ideas always just beyond reach...

Advent truths, always just out of reach, never quite in focus, not quite understood...

Advent as a hopeful journey, glimpsing what cannot be grasped.