Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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:
that's beautifully evocative...
Lucy I love these 'word postcards' of your walks. It reminds me to take time to look at everyday details.
Thank you both, and Francesca, lovely to see you. I shall try to go on posting here, however infrequently!
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