Thursday, 26 August 2010

Up the road, afternoon.

The Russian woman's house door is open, and some shoes and a small, deep blue glass vase stand on the step.  But she herself is still not to be seen.


Rouchswalwe said...

Where could she be?

Lucy said...

Obviously she was about somewhere, but now all the shutters are down, the pot plants gone from outside, and she is evidently away somewhere, perhaps in Russia! She is elusive and her story is a rather sad one, yet something about her - I've seen her just once, but her home gives a strong impression of her - radiates strength, order and no little beauty. I may write at more length about her at t'other place sometime.