Is that flute playing beggar true to the story he is portraying?
Old man staring out of his window at the whole of the world he knows
Two people growing old together. She drives and he goes in to pay.
Previous life! I can't even get my head 'round this one that I'm in!
The faulty street light blinks. Maybe it's trying to contact aliens.
Depression, like a thick black cloak; it enshrouds me with impunity
January. Open fridge door to be reminded of Christmas's past
Look! Look again! The garden's full of birds! Don't miss what's under your nose
What a lovely bridge for two old pals to have a game of poo sticks from
Many many miles ahead with only the 'sat nav' for conversation
The male pheasant. It's handsome bright coat hides the less than bright interllect
Man in shop buying 'take me away from all this' lottery ticket
Choreographed arms dance - gracefully spinning; high on chosen hillside
Scandinavian super-store. Laberynthine; the stuff of nightmares!
Blackbirds quandary; caught twix it's own hunger and the death of a worm
If you haven't quite come to terms with who you are; look at your children
I see 'knife!' You won't cut the meat I want cut; but you will my finger!
The winter Solstice, calling through the darkness to summer's warmth and light
The umbrella! Great when it is raining; but not so when the wind blows!
To some; death is an inevitable part of life. Others; it is life
