Friday, February 16, 2007

Waterfalls, light and quiet music.

1. As I walk up the hill to Frant Road running water in a tiny gulley beside the pavement falls over clots of leaves and twigs.

2. Coming to the end of work and finding it's still broad daylight.

3. Walking along a residential street and hearing someone playing a saxophone in one of the houses.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....