Monday, February 19, 2007

Easy morning, among the branches and broken pine.

1. Sitting up in bed with Lou drinking tea and chatting vaguely as we read magazines.

2. Climbing up a hunting tower to get a different perspective on the woods.

3. A pine tree has fallen recently. The trunk has shattered like matchwood and the clearing smells of resin.

Shower, sparrow and night before bin day.

1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, water...