Saturday, November 14, 2009. Will they sit until the rain is over? What if it rains for days? Do they enjoy the bath or resent it? Now only one little bird and one big bird are left in the tree. The grey clouds press low, and it feels wet even in our warm, dry home, and I feel happy. Tuesday, November 3, 2009. Hungry for what? Then I started to feel full. I was overwhelmed, full of things and thoughts, like I wa.

In order to minimise loitering,. For privacy now you had to sit. Leaning at some painful angle, arm outstretched. Don the Foreman though had made a clasp. From a headless copper nail filed down and twisted in a loop. Like a letter of obscure Oriental script,. Kept hidden in the breast of his overalls. Lunch break we sat on the tarmac. Wrists numb, fingers stinging,. The smell of roses and geranium,.

Three mcdoubles with a sundae and a shake. Fishing with Seb at Perrin Creek. An assortment of recent photographs. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.