Sunday, November 25, 2012

leaves siren clematis

Acer. Hard to resist against the sky.

Sunday morning outside the Compasses. The sound of a police siren from the direction of The High Street. For a moment I think of my first time in New York.

The white, curled seed-head of a clematis blows along the road. For a moment I think of  film I have seen of tumble weed in the American mid-west.

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