the promise of life and the reality of death on a wednesday morning
we went for a walk down our street this midweek-morning, 'cos that's where his nose led him; it's snowing lightly with an easterly wind and I just followed not really caring where we were heading, focusing on not being put off by the weather; we found the dead blackbird by the roadside, if we had gone my way we would not have found him. Of course I took a picture and of course I took him home with me....He's lying on a table being dead (almost sounds like an oxymoron) and if the rats don't eat him he'll rot away and I'll probably clean his bones and who knows one day a friend for ghost bird.
This bowl of daffodils has been outside since last year, sitting patiently in their original container, I'd meant to plant them in one of the beds after blooming and never got round to actually doing it; they are showing promising signs of life; I took them indoors to be able to follow their growth and watch the flowers appear
yesterday's office doodle; it started out as an 'abstract' and then the large bird on the left materialized and it appeared to be pecking on the circle, which could then be a fruit or a large nut and the whole looked like a nest and so I deliberately put in the young bird