Monochrome Monday

It was 10:18 a.m.
on the last day in 2012.

Monochrome Monday

They did not birch me.

Monochrome Monday. . .

. . .

Monochrome Monday

On the road.

Monochrome Monday

Blogging gets boring.
Time to choose another road.
There is much to do.

Monochrome Monday

Connecting people.

Monochrome Monday

Coldness makes
smoke creeping in the horizontal.
Any similarity to any caste system is merely coincidental.

Monochrome Monday

Finding its way through the poplars.

Monochrome Monday

On the road.

Monochrome Monday

Blimey! It's my father's 110th.
Getting old I am.

Monochrome Monday

Sister of a colourful sibling.

Monochrome Monday

The old walnut's gone,
cabinetmaker's fortune
The sky is still there..

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Monochrome Monday

For centuries
on top of the village:
Clergy and Gentry.

Monochrome Monday

Oh god, there was the morning light
as Dafydd ap Gwilym would whisper. Perhaps.

Monochrome Monday

Red
kite
without strings
[perhaps (?)]
not knowing
what freedom is.

Monochrome Monday

Whom the bells toll ...

Monochrome Monday

Monochrome Monday

Monochrome Monday

No dog to wag.

Monochrome Monday

Bugman