TERROR AS THE WORLD BURNS , MAN MADE HELL , NOW ASK HIM WHY.?
Friday, 10 August 2007
Wednesday, 8 August 2007
HOME HUNTING
spider chat
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
whitethroat
Friday, 3 August 2007
vegetation
Before the final moments of the setting sun, tall grasses and weeds full of seed.Dance in the summer breeze, like yellow flames in a fire.
Beneath the leaning tree, who's shadow is cast for all to see.
Yet from the warmth there comes a smell, of rotting vegetation,
knocked down to the ground by last week's rain
[please click on photo, you never know you might smell it to]
Thursday, 2 August 2007
BLACK CAP
Sunday, 29 July 2007
me shy , not I
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The pigeon wild, not tame he seem to like me





