Paint. Peeling. Nice. Much like the back of my neck right about now.
Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.
Eleanor Farjeon (1881 – 1965)
the sands at Burnham-on-Sea, Somerset. Nice little place, if you like seaside towns.
A small waterfall in Cheddar Gorge – next to the mill.
Sunday morning. Wake up it’s stormin’. Raindrops fallin’ on my head it’s pourin’.
Meh. Streaks. Long exposure. Blah. Whack it to f/22 and wave about. Fun.
My Superman T-Shirt, hanging on the washing line.