Monday, April 29, 2013

New leaves, whistling and detail.

1. Bright green leaves on a hawthorn hedge.

2. As we come through the front door, the sound of Grandad whistling.

3. It dawns on me that the 'chips' Alec is complaining about are the tiny snips of chive on his potatoes. I pick both of them out and he digs in.

Artificial silk, phone call and aphelion.

1. To drift around in leggings and a very loose top made from polyester silk. 2. A quick catch-up on the phone adds some healthy texture to ...