On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Meadow Hill Road, anticlockwise. 9am.
A flat pebble placed deliberately on a brick gate post awaits orders. On the next stretch of wall, a squirrel, expecting food and finding nothing, noses into a tin can.
2 comments:
Lovely, I wonder what the squiggle would make of the flat pebble?
Oh, I love those moments - where you see something obviously placed, or out of place - they leave me speculating / dreaming for hours.
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