RED SOCKS and RUBBER BANDS

red light blinking in the twilight

for the birds (and my mum)

because sometimes the point is that it is okay that there isn't one.  sometimes you just have to do it because that is all there is. little things, not great big grand things.

just thinking

happy christmas

from me and my work chums

duck

in the middle of the night

good-morning

time

remembrance

about infinity and ferns