#BeaverMoon – Sue Finch

LIFTED

This morning, the cool air brings the smell of hash browns as the traffic builds its familiar rush. Alt text offers no suggestion for this week’s photo. I say it is my sister, me and my mum in the lift after coffee and before a little shopping spree. I love this moment in time fromContinue reading “LIFTED”

OH MY GOURD

This morning the sky holds the grey fizzle of spent firework stars. There is a stillness to the day and it carries an artificial smell that I cannot quite place. Alt Text describes this week’s photo as a plate of candy on a blanket. I say it is: ‘Pumpkin plate with ceramic leaf and ghost,Continue reading “OH MY GOURD”