Michael, of Morphet Road, third wot I shot wednesday. I shot a fallie, not a selfie.
I intended to shoot the first spriggette of fall – a tiny turn towards orange fire in the abutting abandoned house’s yard. Edging towards it along the path of large gravel and paving stone.
But, I fell – and this vignette of my klutziness exemplifies life right now. Wading through surrealistic-coloured jello without a spoon. Dessert with Dali. Now won’t that make for a picture