Monday, January 24, 2011

sunset, danger, teeth

Posted by PicasaThe Grove at sunset.

In Hall's book a large American in the company of two women observes: "This is a dangerous place to bring me."

The other day I write to a friend that the tips of snowdrops are just beginning to appear. They are I say like little teeth. Just now I pop outside the front door to check whether they still stand up to the simile. I am not so sure. The buds have surfaces and now hang a little like the blossoms which they will become.

1 comment:

Lucas said...

It is interesting to think that a metaphor may be a transient thing which the world we used it to understand grows away from it.