
out on the grey bay; red fishing trawler putters home,after long night

out on the grey bay; red fishing trawler putters home,after long night

the bare trees stand still amidst listless winter sky; dusk's amber flicker

December sunshine lights up the skeleton tree; solitary leaf

back of the bread bin forgotten focaccia ; magpies,crows,wagtails . . .

black cat's bell tinkling as she scents garden's border; robin well hidden