Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Temps gris
Hmm, seems to be changing with the weather this one.
slight 'recul' away from the screaming blue-whiteness, small re-emergence of the damp bracken tones, and limpid moss pools.
Hounds were definitely in, to judge by the ferocious squeaking noises, but you weren't . . . lurking in a limpid moss pool with the other limpets possibly?
Hmm, seems to be changing with the weather this one.
Juan Gris? Nice pic but why are you always out? I failed to catch you chez toi for the third time in a row this AM.
ReplyDeleteyours forlorn, Ed
Odd...I seem to have been mainly in...try again, ring as may just be down the road with the hounds.
ReplyDeleteHounds were definitely in, to judge by the ferocious squeaking noises, but you weren't . . . lurking in a limpid moss pool with the other limpets possibly?
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