The pair of feet you see here belong to an elderly gentleman who is a regular visitor to the churchyard in Cirencester. It’s an oasis of quiet, situated mere strides from the bustling main streets.Dave and I were creeping carefully among the spring flowers yesterday, photographing snowdrops, daffodils and crocuses, among bronze-lit dried leaves under a clear blue sky.
We observed the old man from a respectful distance as he read his book. I had a moment’s uneasy glimpse into my own future.
1 comment:
oh oh oh. that's it, just oh. waiting for god is oh, I don't know, oh it's so exactly the thing to have written.
and the crocus is like a gift - we're still buried in snow
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