I saw a big white bird fly up over the lake, curve down low across the road; I thought it must be a swan there aren't any geese round here. But maybe it was a goose.
Seems like a swan thing to do though, showing off so close to the cars.
Saturday
come in from the cold
I saw a big white bird fly up over the lake, curve down low across the road; I thought it must be a swan there aren't any geese round here. But maybe it was a goose.
Seems like a swan thing to do though, showing off so close to the cars.
Been enjoying Nigel Peake's blog, which I guess is a very selective visual diary. Wondering where I'm going with this, it's all just image gathering all the time not curation or composition. Somewhere, that isn't nowhere, at least.
Frilandsmuseet
Having a proper camera, but not much control. It's the accidents and colour combinations not photographs.
Friday
we're not exactly expats but
I really like 3.30 in the afternoon when the sky is overcast and there's thunder and there's rain and you're watching the “Monday Matinee” and you've got a nice big solid piece of toast in front of you. That to me is life lived to its fullest.
Saturday
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