Archives for the month of: September, 2013

Walk through thick bracken –
Low light, and low requirements ~
The patterns suffice.

Shelter from the rain –
Scuttle into offices ~
Postman; no such choice.

River-spanning web –
An optimistic spider ~
Dreams of catching ducks…


Evening detour –
Now, no longer an option ~
Summer’s gates closing.


Autumnal cooling –
Fingers, broken years ago ~
Bone thermometers.

Twenty three bottles –
French, Croat, Hungarian ~
Forgotten, ’till now…

Listening to Strauss –
Om-pa-pa, Om-pa-pa, Omp ~
Gilding the commute.

Eight chicks going strong –
Mom, Dad, doing a good job ~
Well done, almost there!


Bringing a duct home –
Huge thing captured from a skip ~
Too big for the flat.

(For Yatelyn McBride, wherever you are, I hope that you now have room for ducts)

T. rex –
Condensation –
Scared water.


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