roses

end of summer roses

in my mother's garden.

note pesky insect

munching on a petal.

pattern

i was delighted to see this

pattern appear on the

wall, it will never

happen again.

at the festival

a walk through the festival,

(the smoke in the distance was

from a small fire)

there was a bit of everything,

a lot of music, the car cosy project,

food, massage, dancing, art,

art statements (where the fire occurred),

and poetry.

the quiet

end of the street.

saturday

out for a walk this morning,

no cars on the street,

everyone is getting ready

for the festival.

this morning

a chill in the air,

brisk winds,

and a threatening

sky.

it was a fine

morning

indeed.

postcard

a postcard from berlin

and

a collection

of treasures.

sudden rain

a rain

burst

from the sky,

the porch frog

was

pleased.