Sunday 17 February 2013

Up the road, morning.

Sun sun sun at last, and sharp cold.  A strange blend of haze and clarity; the white shapes of  grain silos and water towers hang in blueness like heavenly cities.

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's beautifully evocative...

Francesca said...

Lucy I love these 'word postcards' of your walks. It reminds me to take time to look at everyday details.

Lucy said...

Thank you both, and Francesca, lovely to see you. I shall try to go on posting here, however infrequently!