A blog about things -- not necessarily beautiful -- that at least jolted me out of my tram-lined train of thought. They may be funny, poignant, disgusting or beautiful, but they will be personal. You, dear reader, may not give a damn about an image of a crisp packet at the edge of a river but I might think it so delightful that I cry with gratitude. And a few poems. A a book plug or two.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Dramatic sky today
though few decent photographs to be had.
I like the line of poplars here. I know very few cemeteries where poplars are so popular.
View from under the spreading chestnut trees.
Trickster found a small-boy sized hole under the thorny sloe thicket. It was strewn with beer cans.
A field I rarely venture to -- too full of kids and other dogs to let mine have a run.