Friday, November 25, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
cold snap
Crisp frosty Christmas cake of a morning. No breath of wind. Cold leaves finally let go and fall, each making a single crackly whisper.Two little boys stagger across the path playing blind man's buff, hats pulled down over their eyes. Clutch of magpies and crows gaggle and peck round the benches at the top of the hill. A banner of mist stretches between the frozen world of the park and the gold painted city.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Monday, November 07, 2005
Sunday, November 06, 2005
november paintbox
The last of the light around 4.30, a mackerel sky. Shadows beyond the thin curtains of bright leaves, random lights in the darkening terraces. The new mosque's green dome paints itself against the city's collage of Victorian Gothic, 60's tower blocks, tacky retail parks. Under my feet, rowan berries smudge and spew.