Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Point, prints and push.

1. At the first stroke, the sharp new point on my pencil pops and crumbles into a tiny constellation, black on white.

2. Dry morning. No-one in sight. Dew wet footprints on the path get fainter step by step.

3. One last push late at night to finish my day's proofreading.

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 ...