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.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...