Howsoever that may be, on account of the weather (brisk, or should that be brisque?), there wasn't much opportunity to capture the maternal foot-digits on camera today (they were ensocked), so I gratuitously substitute the things that I did capture on camera, and we can but hope that me mum's toes will appear in daguerreotype at some point in the future.
Lassies and lads, I present to you Photos!, fired straight from the Canon.
These are what we in the captioning business call "leaves". They live and move and have their being in Bright. Except for the moving bit. And the living bit, actually, since these guys are more or less dead.