In June 2006 I carried a matchbox in my pocket for one week.Into it I collected careless sentences and trapped thoughts liable to escape.
This is a continuation of that matchbox - a virtual place to mount all the little thoughts we lose - the ideas, the promises, the doodles.The things that break apart and the insistent pieces that wedge under our skin.
And here is the thought that suggested the eventual title for this blog.
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5 remarks:
great visual! a hunter on the move...
two beauts
john
leave that bird alone, mr kitty cat!...x
I like the colour contrasts in this, you also capture the hunting feline very well, hope itdoesn't find the blackbird
nice!
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