#350: Fog
‘I admire the fog, how it fades into itself.’ – Marty Rubin
#349: Snowman
‘I want curves – curves are happy like a snowman’ – John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
#348 – Lit Up
Edinburgh’s George Street.
I’m dreaming of a…
#347 – Reindeer
At arrivals at Edinburgh Airport.
Card Writing
#348: Festive fire
‘It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.’- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Sugar on Glass
#347: Discarded
‘So often, the discarded love of youth is desperately yearned for in maturity.’ – Wayne Gerard Trotman
#346 – Christmas Coffee
A brief respite from the madness