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:

Rob Windstrel Watson said...

Lovely, I wonder what the squiggle would make of the flat pebble?

jem said...

Oh, I love those moments - where you see something obviously placed, or out of place - they leave me speculating / dreaming for hours.