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.
Monday, 20 February 2012
The fallen tree from yesterday. One of the locals has been slowly sawing it up and taking it home piece by piece, presumably for firewood.