Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 3 February 2008
Down the road, late afternoon.
A cold high wind, the scrawny trees sing and dance, the grass ripples and shivers. A flock of starlings blown about the fields scatters along the skyline like iron filings.
2 comments:
Great imagery here.
Enjoying these entries!
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