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.

Cep, what next and yellow spine.

1. He sees that I'm carrying a large and tasty mushroom that I have found on the common, and I see that he sees, and we both smile. 2. W...