A wide angle lens is a wonderful thing. A clear bright blue sky, some scraggy trees next to the cycle path. Nothing to look at, nothing to see. There’s always…
A poem looking back, and looking forward to those long summer days to come.
steel grey sky steel grey sea steel grey promenade -:-:-:-:- steel grey sunlight steel grey spray steel grey murky cloud -:-:-:-:- steel grey couple walking slow steel grey distant lives…
why do I do this? Six AM Sunday early breakfast its raining will it get better? forecast says so drive in rain windy too then shap M6 sunlight glimpsed maybe,…
right then love I’m off down the bookies eh? yeah I’ll take the merc whadya think I was gonna walk? ha! parking? eh? parking? you ‘avin’ a laugh? eh? it’s…
shallow dimension monopile of bricksmortar and stone crushed crustaceans compressed force of nature no soul Yet, over time, what happens in a building seeps through every stone, and soaks it…
What I say, is, you can never be too careful. All this stuff about Global Warming it worries me you know. I never trust these scientists, I mean one day…
I Sit Here I feel at home here It watches my mood and becomes part of me Dull, hopeless, grainy and a bit blurred They just walk past me To…
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