Dead thing

The magpies gather, pecking at a carcass surrounded by floating white down
... but it is merely a stuffed toy, eviscerated by the passing council mower.

Snails 2

Do they have a destination in mind ...
or are they just going for a slither in the rain?

Snails 1

the small delicate yellow spiral soldiers on alone
leaving his crushed comrade behind

dew

Tiny pearls of dew shine in the low early sun ... reminding me the grass needs cutting

Sign of the times

Young man with a plastic shopping bag walks along (apparently) talking to himself.

More cats

Watching my arrival and departure impassively, one black and white cat and one white and black cat crouch in the lush damp grass.

Blackbird

He eyes me suspiciously from the path, fearful I will steal his worm.

He tosses it around for a moment then gobbles it down with a swift flick of his head.

Frost

in the frosty morning sunshine

steam rises from the edge of fence panels

and the playing field is patched

green and white where the tree shadows fall

chilly knees

a mustard waistcoat and shorts

perfect attire for a frosty February day

Durham Cathedral from the viaduct

5.20pm and the softly lit colossal building floats eerily

in the darkness above the city

twilight

jupiter and venus, the only lights in a clear sky

7.15am

a perfect half moon

in a perfect clear midnight blue sky