Wednesday, 2 January 2008

Buckingham Road, anticlockwise. 8am.

The grass is muddy and the light is bad. Nothing is certain except tree tops inked black against the grey sky; and the clash of the gardeners' spades hitting paths.

1 comment:

Lucas said...

"The clash of gardeners spades hitting the paths" brings it home to me. A curiously visual image for a sound easily identified.