Morning walk, 1st August 2012

The middle of the clock has disappeared, and the letters are now in a sea of murk. I couldn't honestly tell you whether the chimes have been turned off. Having lived with them for so long, I don't hear them most of the time. They strike on the quarter, day and night. 

 
 









Comments

Love the silhouette of that umbel (I think it's called) second from last.
Jane Badger said…
They are (one of) my current obsessions. They change colour day to day, depending on how much it's been raining.

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