Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Blackbird, orange socks and telling.

1. Blackbird not willing to leave his place on the fence as I pass. I look him right in the yellow-rimmed eye.

2. Small boy runs down a quiet street. Luminous orange socks.

3. No more secrets.

Pop-ups, fences and communication.

1. Today, after a few damp days, the common is alive with mushrooms and what I learnt on the fungal foray last week has opened that kingdom ...