Friday, August 08, 2008

Fruit, flock and figs.

1. A red-gold Victoria plum. The skin is the colour of a faded bruise, and the flesh reminds me of teatime sunlight.

2. Passing a church we catch the moment when shining butterflies of confetti hang in the air.

3. Cutting up a fat ball of mozzarella and eating it with warm figs.

Lifting the dust, tape and stitch.

1. The vacuum cleaner lifts the dust and shines the surface of the floor. 2. The tacky circular sound that happens when I peel off a generou...