this gem just arrived in the dropbox
accompanied by these words…..
am not <entirely> sure how closely my pic adheres to brief... but i definitely felt a 'connection' between specs + cruets... think it was recollection of myopic childhood + taunts about 'looking through milk-bottles', etc, etc... anyway, photo is a memory of lovely day at rye harbour, walking, bird-spotting, eating scampi and chips in nicotine-stained pub... and coming home having purchased v beautiful vintage, snuggly, grey'n'white, swedish blanket... before trashing all through guilty pleasure of an evening watching x-factor. SO not the same without Kelly.
this, the reply…..
a spanish evening beachside walk led to this (rather unpleasant – and rarely emptied – garish blue rubbish bin echoed by ancient tumbledown martello tower); seems kind of sad, somehow…..
and this (alicante tower blocks echo the shapes of the glistening rocks)
and (sorry; was on a bit of a roll that evening shape-wise!) even this (spikes of vicious keep-out fence echoed by spikes of <spiky> palm tree)
and (oh dear) this, taken yesterday afternoon in nimes (was almost worth getting up at 4.30am – nimes is a long way from alicante!)
next week he who is already in bed grunted sleepily (did I mention our LONG drive?) ‘100’ to my request for a number; which means a week of getting up close and personal…..
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