Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Amphibian, raked and blue water.

1. When I am raking moss out of a wildflower meadow, a frog hops into the ditch.

2. Looking back over the scarified ground and seeing rolls of debris like waves on the sea.

3. Clive shows us a blue lagoon at the back of the quarry. The roof of a working has collapsed, cutting a water filled cave off from the rest of the lake.

Morning, errands and entertainment.

1. I murmur an acknowledging greeting to a passing bin man. He is a well brought-up African and replies with eye contact and a warm 'Goo...