Thursday, November 24, 2005

Hot air, discard and berries.

1. Standing by a row of houses on a cold morning and watching steam and smoke curling out of chimneys and vents.

2. Fallen hornbeam leaves the colour of polished copper.

3. The leaves are mostly fallen and now there seem to be shiney red berries everywhere for the birds to gobble up.

Waiting in the library, ice and dirty colours.

1. I have to wait in the library for a few minutes and find myself flittering among the shelves snapping pics of books that I might like to ...