Saturday, March 15, 2008

Adjustment, morning and a lick of paint.

1. Just before the shops open, I am passing a department store and spot a make-up girl adjusting her eyeliner.

2. A mad-looking old lady sitting on a bench smiles and waves at me. I can't help but smile back at her.

3. Coming into our freshly painted hall.

Among the clouds, cobwebs and umbel.

1. I'm dipping in and out of foggy pockets. One moment, the world is grey and secretive between layers of mist; the next it's sunshi...