Sunday, 17 November 2024

Fresh Eyes

I have long been aware I would be an unreliable witness. I don't notice anything. I can't remember what I did yesterday, let alone six weeks ago. I can't remember what people are wearing when I scan a crowd looking for them...I even sometimes remember them in what they wore a few days ago, rather than what they wore this morning...(This has always been the case, not a new sign of deterioration)

So it was little surprise when I said to my friend on our morning walk "Are these new? Someone's been busy" and she politely (though I'm guessing a little incredulously) said "Er, I think they've been there for awhile". I'm guessing the 22 in the signature means it's been there for 2 years....opps.

Lovely work either way....

And the pelican looked cute all fluffed up by the wind so I'll sign off with him.










"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see". Henry David Thoreau
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