Telephone lines... spider webs... nice combination. This is common in London. I have been taking several snapshots with my iPhone. This is just one. Maybe I will post of bunch of them sometime.
Mark Roper wrote an amazing poem about a Kingfisher. It was about his mother, really. Very recently, he wrote an amazing essay about that poem and the death of this mother. I wish I could post the essay here. You should all read it. It is beautiful and moving. Anyway, now I can't think of Kingfishers without thinking of him or his poem or his essay.
I saw this food joint north of London and snapped a pic of it for him (again, with the iPhone, naturally. I have to start using my Nikon, again)
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