Monday, 21 September 2009

Mount Ephraim, anticlockwise. 4.30pm.

Today clouds resemble: scales on the flank of a bream on the fishmonger's slab; greyish wisps of carded wool; mist on a mirror, or on a pond one cold morning.


rosebud101 said...

Wow! Beautiful mental graphics!

jem said...

The sky is like a never ending prompt box - there is always something there to write about.