For breakfast he had one sandwich and a halfand wondered if he would ever get used to hisnew set.
Blackbirds are daft.
The sound of children playing.Of water splashing.Of the patter of feet.Embedded in rustling leaves.Kissed by the sun.
Is thereanybody out there?
The impressiveMister 14strikes again.
The neighbour'sgrasscan't be greener.
Bend me shape meanywayyou want me.
All the lonely bottles.Where do they all come from.
Awaiting the fatigued traveller.
There are many ways to cross your legs.
Mark the contrast.
An ode to creativity.
Ban pre-ban-the-bomb.
Pre-ban-the-bomb.
A grim face.
A little help form her hands.
Having the nerve to make a curve.
Although not often put into practice,creating a new window is easier than altering the view.
Surrender.
Living a dream.
Still room at the top.
Hidden from spying eyes but spotted by the sun.(red spots mainly)
Finch and titmouse make an awful racket out there.