She sheltered her sheets between two wind-blown trees; a worn linden and a sapling juniper. She wrote out her year beneath their dappled leaves, considering the worth of the words on the paper. * A worn linden and a sapling juniper; both told their own long-sown tales and, considering the worth of the words on … Continue reading Between two wind-blown trees.
Considered reckless by some, he could, to these eyes, should the occasion arise, be relied on to act out open heart surgery upon chilled packets of vacuum sealed beetroots and the like. "A pair of old hairdressing scissors, a loose grip on the lingo and a souchon of common. Modus operandi." The running commentary, I … Continue reading the ear of the dim-sighted diner.
Kreuzberg. 08:00 Monday October 28th 2019. Soft electric light illuminates the calm room. Thirty-five tables. Each table set simply: some for lone diners, some for couples, a few for family; cutlery, white crockery, triangle of napkin, heavy, cool folds of cotton. Some settings will remain empty and some will be filled. I cross the wooden floor … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
The Woden Walks: Five miles of Kirknewton. 6 miles north of Wooler. 6 miles shy of the border. OS grid: NT912303. Kirknewton, Northumberland, is one of the largest parishes in the UK, with one of the smallest populations. Pop: 108. photos: nickreeves. The Woden Walkers' lunchboxes. We stopped for … Continue reading Five Miles of Kirknewton (12/09/18)
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The street art/graphics around Barutherstrasse (10961)