Thursday 3 January 2008

Belgrove, anticlockwise. 12noon.

There is a triangle of snow to the windward side of every tree. There is a triangle of snow blowing into my coat. I'm cold. I want to go home.

2 comments:

jem said...

This is a beautiful idea Clare. I try to remind myself regularly that there is magic in even the most mundane. That there is nothing, however often seen, that doesnt deserve another closer look.

I'm looking forward to seeing what each post offers.

Barbara. said...

Hi Clare,
Just wanted to let you know I read your 3BT blog regularly and today your link to Once Around the Park inspired me.... see my post at http://breadandhoney-barbara.blogspot.com/

Thanks!
Barbara