Sunday, 14 December 2008

Strange season

Wondering, as I put the finishing touches to home made cards. 
Stubborn ink and paint on my fingers as I make a cuppa. 
The whys and wherefores of this strange season whisper wayward. 
Suddenly, one runs up too close, shouting. 
And the deluge disorientates. 

Cabin fever.
Time for walkabout. 

In a graffiti doorway, a smashed pink umbrella with bamboo design. 
Abandoned. 
It did not survive yesterday's storm.

Young gulls turn stones, expectant.
Unlucky.

Three surf skimming Cormorants head out.
Stealth flight.
They overtake the speedboat.