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. 
It did not survive yesterday's storm.

Young gulls turn stones, expectant.

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