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.

Cep, what next and yellow spine.

1. He sees that I'm carrying a large and tasty mushroom that I have found on the common, and I see that he sees, and we both smile. 2. W...