This venerable tamarix (I'm pretty sure that's what it is) stands on the small promontory above San Sebasitan Playa in Sitges. Beneath it is a small rocky outcrop, which catches the waves noisily even when the sea is calm.
While we are sitting outside the Compasses, the owner of a Harley-Davidson (probably the one which we have seen round here before), props up his machine next to where we are sitting and makes his way into the pub, helmet under his arm. We admire the bike, which appears to be in perfect nick, every surface gleaming. One anomaly catches the attention: there is a cobweb between the backrest and the rear mudguard.
A gusty morning. Outside the window yellow leaves fly past. If the day were still and the sky blue, you might take the leaves for butterflies.
I mistook a butterfly for a falling leaf today, it had something of the same rather involuntary quality.
I do like that sparrow earlier.
Spider's web: this couldn't have happened with a Honda Fireblade; it has no backrest.
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