tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post6398408595237750640..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: rocks, gull, crossingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-6388659912722559102010-01-18T06:37:33.523+00:002010-01-18T06:37:33.523+00:00Those rocks are of a very comfortably human size a...Those rocks are of a very comfortably human size and scale, it's not surprising they're popular.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-19429378860300881642010-01-17T10:01:55.494+00:002010-01-17T10:01:55.494+00:00Obviously it's Disgusted, out for a stroll.Obviously it's Disgusted, out for a stroll.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-17368315822412810912010-01-17T07:30:06.895+00:002010-01-17T07:30:06.895+00:00"He passes elegantly through the line of cars..."He passes elegantly through the line of cars, acknowledging, with a calmly raised arm, each line of vehicles as it lets him pass."<br /><br />I like this. The "characters" that stroll in and out of our lives. How we don't even know who they are, but they leave such definite impressions of their personalities on us (and we're sure we can write a stories about them).HKatzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17653570160517335758noreply@blogger.com