Wednesday, 5 March 2008

Belgrove, anticlockwise. 10.30am.

A greyish toy lamb enjoys the sun on the warm tarmac while a little girl swings. Her mother on the next swing waits for her family to grow up.

1 comment:

jem said...

That second sentence is great - it caught me by surprise and made me linger.

Still such a beautiful endeavour - there is so much to see, hear, feel everyday if we try.