concert in full flow...

mingling with the music 

the smell of cooking

piano recital...

the old church becomes

a trompe l'oeil of sound

photography trip

me and a duck try

to outstare each other

                                quiet sunday—taking up

                                four bays of the car park
                                a murder of crows

a plump woodpigeon

makes a landing...

the phone wire wobbles

blue twilight...

in that vast blueness

just one white cloud

                                       through the window

                                       and a sunlit cobweb...
                                       the garden beyond

early morning sun—

the still translucence

of a single pink rose