Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 23 February 2009
Up the road, afternoon
The black cat watching us from the field has eyes exactly the colour of the grass. It looks like a sheet metal cutout, with holes punched out revealing the world behind.
2 comments:
Your words have painted such a vivid image in my mind's eye. What a gift you have.
Martha
Hello Crow, and thank you!
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