Thursday, February 25, 2010

One step at a time, escape and trees on a wet night.

1. Faith in my ability to string together words holds this week together. Step, step, step.

2. On a filthy night, to find Katie waiting at the theatre, and to come in out of the dark and wet to an evening of escapism and thrills and tension released -- Gaslight at Trinity.

3. When going home late (chilly water pricks out of the grey sodden air), to walk towards a tree with a light behind it. Every twig shines with a row of hard, clear beads.

Heather, portfolio and expand.

1. There are drifts of mauve heather blossom here and there on the common where the trees have been cleared to open up heathland. 2. I rathe...