Veils lift smoking southward, pigeon-blue
and inland appears, flat cut-out layers.
Sunset gashes through just once, bleeds,
and cirrhus blazes a path out north,
toward the dirty pink escarpments there.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Up the road, early evening, sky.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon, Bel Orient.
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road, late afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, midday.
- Up the road, late afternoon
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon (Saturday)
- Woods behind Arondel, walking Moos with Mol.
- Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, late afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
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2 comments:
Smashing rhythm. Captures the movement of wind and cloud. Tensions of the weather.
What good "action" verbs! Plutarch is right -- the rhythm and word choices are so dynamic.
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